We build these

big houses

to live in 

one room

We craft

lengthy speeches

words littered

and strewn

We travel

great distance

arriving back home 

And tell

many secrets

the truth

plainly shown

We quarrel

and fight

with the outcome

the same

We craft

newer rules

for the oldest

of games

We live and

we die

as our 

forefathers did

While changing

but nothing

entrapped

— in the grid

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)