Neil Gaiman - READING THE ENTRAILS: A RONDEL

"I mean," she said, "that one can't help growing older."

"One can't perhaps," said Humpty Dumpty, "but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven."

- LEWIS CARROLL, THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS

They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate -

The cards and stars that tumble as they will.

Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill

For every kiss and kill, the small and great.

You want to know the future, love? Then wait:

I'll answer your impatient questions. Still -

They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate,

The cards and stars that tumble as they will.

I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late,

You will not see me; you may feel a chill.

I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,

And that will be your future on a plate.

They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.