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Games Within Games

Words play games with spirits on this page, existing in
our heads to tell lies of truth or laugh and cry in the
cathedral of the mind. Let sighs of wonder or silent
weeping echo and reverberate through the empty
halls of the soul as the game illuminates base desires
or honor the golden image we will never find. With
tokens of the dead we move across the table to the
rhythm of dice made of hopes and dreams as our fates
are cast across the board, landing on squares that take
our all. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred
dollars
, and with a simple flick of the wrist we look into
the bottomless well of tragedy, with vertigo driving us
to our knees. Yet on the very next turn we see the heaven
of our dreams, forgetting the game is just a game being
played on a larger stage than just our lives. Adding up
the winners and losers, finding we've all been played as
our game is just a token in a bigger game for the throne
of mankind and we ask, "what if we don't want to play?"
Written by APissPoorShaman (Ryszard)
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