People congregate and appear to be whole bodies
Flesh on bone islands sounding their beacons
In a deceptive fog of social realities
Separate like me by millions of particles
What forges their ties are tenuous cords of meaning
Spider's silk that stretches yet snaps
cut by the awareness of the moment
And then floats away.

Then the rules are not the game
but the parameters that make the game possible.
Yet in this particular form of play
Those who believe they know the rules convince themselves
that they are winning, and then win
and those who anticipate how the game is played
continue until they are tired and play another.
Losing is not easy unless you believe you are lost.
Unknowingly I play this game until I realize
that this is all that there is to it
the realization is
that I am that
everyone is
alone.