The Game
It is beneath the heavens
not in the heavens
not on the earth
nor under the earth
a new air
always there
sometimes this world
brushed past you
above your cognitive senses
not pure
but it is in pursuit
you knew it existed
you doubted it existed
it is a form of thinking
thus a form of existence
Ostracised playing pieces
lifted by each roll of chance
landing in manufactured lines
allowing tinges of reality
to filter through
just enough for it to be worth it
keep safe your life and play
in The Game
Mixer: light, dark, weak an’ strong
this is the way
this is how
the game works
with shades and shadows
lies and flirting eyes
confusing and frustrating forms
comforting and affirming forms
innocence and danger dance
choreographed, again
by happenstance
and foggy mishaps
I have explained
where
what
how
now, use what I have told
in the place I have told
not plainly
but in the way you make
for yourself
Use The Game
For yourself
To see
And
Change
What you see
