“THE GAME!” a poem a.k.a.: “Burp The Baby! Wean It Quick!?” 26 June 2019 {W.}
Well, it’s-NO-GOOD! No good to anyone around here!
Yet, even without “a lick of a purpose,” there’s really nothing to fear!
Just You and ME! Two of us! Apparently! I [think I] see!
That-we-might-be-“Players” in a game! A Game – Of Di-vin-i-ty!
Yet, a-game WITH-N O-REAL-PURPOSE! and NO VALUABLE MISSION!
Aren’t-we-like-invisible-pawns? on-a-game board-partition?
Do you still go to Church? in The Catholic style,
Believing there’s A HEAVEN? to-go-to-after-a-while?
Well, you KNOW! There’s NOT! One, “up there,”
UNLESS-YOU-DEVISE-IT! and, IF-it-comforts-you, I CARE,
That you make-you A-GOOD-ONE, A Heaven, real nice,
Just like this earthly illusion! Only-“better!” by-at-least-thrice!!
WE SURELY AREN’T HERE, BUT THE APPEARANCES ARE GREAT!
And, as I said: “There’s NO purpose (really)!” Plus, for-sure, there’s-no-Fate,
Except to play on – in THIS GAME OF GOOD? CHANCE,
Where ALL OF THE PLAYERS – have egos – that dance!
And EGOS YEARN, (pause) imagining their lives have meaning,
Something PRO-FOUND, like when-a-child is-weaning!
Take your leave of the breast, and-say: “I’m-sure-I’ve-got-PUR-POSE!
Sorry, Good Friends! It’s-just-a-game-“God”-calls: “BURP US!”
fin <3
Passion ~ The Game
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