Playing a game of solitaire
the cards fly by too fast to count
Not with but against
I play
One part unable to reach the other.
One part cannot see all the faces at once
And the other part cannot keep track.
I see the brown six of earths
stacked above the 30,000 of spades
(under which lies my goal).
Nowhere to put them, these blocks of stone
blocks stacked against my game
in a moment of fear
Over the facedown card
that became to scary, too great, to see
Cards break, stone tablets in reality, and their pieces fly
to all corners of the game
Still I cannot remove the offending
And the facedown one that I remember but do not know
remains trapped in a mind too weak to think.

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