For the one who sees that stage beneath
The hair thick coverings, wrapping of mirth
That hides tension rarely guessed at, they
Breathe in the secrets, revealed on both sides.
Comparison and contrast, the game cares not
For our starter points, the play a strange dream
Wherein the logic lives as gleaming suspicious pools
To surprise and confound us, yet share together.
The madness runs deep in our spines, vertebrae
Cracked along inappropriate lines, fusing bone
To bone, tendon to tendon, faces changed
By smiles in sharing the grand madness.