Perhaps I am a
video game
and someone is playing me,
with a small lever
moving me deftly right and left.
“Perhaps,” I said to Patricia
“we are competitors,
well, not us, but our operators.”
Suddenly I felt I had lost
forty points and still the game
rolled inexorably on.
It would not be so bad, perhaps,
if I knew some being somewhere
was doing it all:
trying to avoid disease monsters
and self-flagellation
and ugly ego pits
and seeking on the other hand
to accumulate wisdom
and money and the taste
of fresh berries -- ah! --
and thrills and love-kisses
and the premium prize
a quiet lake in the mind.
From Planetary Motions by William Seaton
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