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It was the time of solemn games when God --
the God even of those who didn't want
a God -- God would withdraw -- the God
of winter closed his mouth and subject words
were put back into assigned slots --
in a box of polished wood -- were put away --
nobody used the words, nobody could.
The way to play was to pretend
nobody played -- nor were there rules --
nor could you find the board nor were there turns
to take or not to take
nor was there anything at stake
nor any game but winter played alone
till our inertia woke us up again.
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