You feel pinned in.
It is not clear
which card to play
or pot to place your ante in. . .

You up it, though,
and hedge your bets.

You fight a war
against yourself.
And think you’re bound to win.

So what if you
should also lose?
Does not that make things

Or, at least,
somewhat even?

Well, clever though that theory goes,
games actually play
in their own way,
not quite the way that you’d suppose,

Yea, though you may
both win AND lose,
the trouble is,
the part to lose
maintains its grip
and influence
on winner’s head and heart,
gut, neck and toes,
twined up and bound
in just one skin.

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