If it is a game it never ends - no sense of time
or space contends, no structured plays; we’ve
run its length a thousands ways, amending all
our strategies with lèse majesté, & praying for
an interval that never came, or change of end
to rest our weariness; no breaks to breathe in
air afresh in willing agonies away, no referees
to arbitrate a peace, or make us keep it thus
And yet, it feels the stress that dispossessed
us also blessed us with another view too fair
to leave unheralded; - thus pleasing answers
rest where heads and hearts attend and see
a mordant sense of anomie yet pass the test
entrapment wrests and keep it safe alee
©22 October 2014, I. D. Carswell
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