The edges of me have holes in.
Gaps in the fortifications, making it easier for you –
to ping your view of me, into the spaces, thinking to make your mark, but
I’ve played your table games before, in other places, with other players, and your
view of me, pings back, at you – making me happy with me.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019
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