The playing field level
your words versus mine
A race to forever
embedded in rhyme
The score has been tied
neither side giving ground
Both phrases and couplets
inscribed to astound
It’s late in the game
when a stanza takes off
Outpacing the others
no images lost
As darkness approaches
but one voice remains
Returned from the heavens
— posterity claimed
(The New Room: February, 2024)