Is "game"

with uniforms

for us, for them

with arena

finite and clean

with skill

by persona unaugmented

with cheering audience

all-attentioned

with goals

of 3-dimensions

and (neat) upon ending

a buzz

and

a score

that wraps the loose ends tight

a Metaphor for Life?

Not quite.

 

Copyright 2003 by John A. Eyon

 

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