Two need to play the game
of caprice,
and your needs are forever bounded
to my needs.
Our sense is existence, persistence
in the continuum of life.
To choose not to move on,
not to persist in the unwinding
of the riddle of existence
is to stop us both from being.
Make your move, don’t leave me
playing by myself,
because the game is dull
when you forfeit.
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