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)