That silvery trail, like a coin tossed in the air. Falls where it was sent, lands in chance. Head over tail, tumble, land, the ring of metal. The gamble of seconds, the cards on the table. One hand flush, the other just pairs. Bluff, breathe, and it’s over. Stack the chips and leave the table. Don’t look back. Still that thin line that crosses along the way. The one that leads out of this time right to the next.