It isn't about winning or losing.
It's about veering off the road where there was no driveway.
It's about morphing into something even you can't understand.
It's about cradling a vision, a parallel world where things are different.
That is where you play with the universe.
Because you never see it clearly, and by proxy you confuse yourself,
becoming a little inside out.
But I can do that.
Others think it's just words, but I've told you before that words are spells, strange magic.
I can play games with the universe,
or play them on myself, knowing I'll eventually get confused,
laying the metaphorical acid beneath my tongue,
spinning out of control before resurfacing into the normal grey repetitions.
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