When you show all that you know and give your words for free. Do you grow all on your own or is your worth in me? All that we’re made of is the weight of the cards in the challenger’s hand. We’re connected by collecting the thoughts bouncing off of your head. Doomed to compete. Phasing and incomplete. Staring out a gaping mouth. Did I drown before it swallowed me? I’d cover up both your eyes before I could let you catch me running in place. We’re folding right from the start with the cards firmly planted in each other’s face. Whichever comes first.