These Are Strange Times Now, Slowed Down and Sped Up

How do you call a fair coin
When it has no sides to call,

When there is no coin at all?
The world at large keeps no odds,

For all we tame it with games.
We try and try to reach it,

To teach it to our weak selves
So we can bend it to us

And be strong, at last, as gods.
We guess. Check. Make the next guess.

We get so good at this art,
We think our dreams pull their weight.

Then the world shifts in its sleep,
And our dreams fly from our heads

As we’re tossed out of bed. Coins
Glint on the floor in the dark.