Playing hard to get with fate didn’t rate a mention
in this random iteration of the game; we’re ahead
a league or more where rules specify a score’s in
concert with degrees of metric measurement and
cultural indices we’ve yet to see as relevant; as it
equates to someone else’s idea of a real contest,
we played laissez faire in case there is a deal we
share a benefit in by crossing their notional line
Well, there’s no point in imagining why that didn’t
come to pass, and very little wonder why we ask
just whose playing field this space was - “That is
the anomaly” we’re told by its quaint vocalisation
of cliched rhetoric - “you’re the loose geese who
intangibly see such grandiloquence, opaquely.”
© 14 April 2016, I. D. Carswell
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