​Hide and Seek

 

In the beginning there are only eyes without lies.
The early games are savagely satisfying.

Mobility introduces variations.
Words defines the rules.

Eventually all games become one game.
Each learns to plays alone.

Above the snowline now.
Cold wind unrelenting and no heat in the sun.

Only the way forwards     -     the way upwards.
The dead are everywhere.

Their twisted corpses people the frozen landscape
through which I silently search.

Each game has its end.
The white-tiled walls.

The slashed wrists in the warm bath.
The final, hopeless suicidal laugh.

Whatever the seekings,
the findings will always prove unsatisfactory.

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