An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Blind watchmen leeched my awe and wonder
dreams erased by dogmas embrace
Exacting rigid rules scar my soul
discipline or damnation
Paths unchosen, under hegemonic hold
career, success, control, all vanity
Memetic crisis shatters my paradigm
illusion gone with a single bitter pill
No scapegoats, no rage, nor blame
Only surrender, acceptance breaking through
I see and am seen. Touching, touched,
competitors no more
No more games, no champions
Only friendship and love
Acceptance reigns, reified
in a skull
Rodeyo
