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Here’s a game

An equal stakes opposition

In love there is suffering

The most reliable human condition

We’re on a non-static, lingering cloud

Unbearable and floating

A ripple and replication of another

Our bodies adorned with doting

These jewels that promised

Our certainty in demise

Only told an orphic, backward story

Returning home were your lies

See this chase of light

Is lyrically vocated

If demurely hiding

We must assume you’ve sated

So your apple in tune

Attempts to outwit the play

Unnerving, unknowing

The waters who only begged, “pray”