Competition

If all the work becomes
is competition in
suffering, surely,
we’ve already lost.

 

Barter your soul
in exchange for
fool’s gold and
ground down teeth.

 

All bets are off now.
We sit in silence—
our words drowned
in the pool beside
the lake.

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