The great pyramid of competition
Piled upon prekaryotic foundations
Grows in the starlit desert of the night,
Each successive layer adding pressure
To the fissures faulting up from below.
On top, priestly castes in conical hats
Make an interlocking web of their prayers,
Trying to raise a new point above them,
Denying and muting their warring selves,
The better to help a new game emerge
That will weigh on them in turn and crush them
Until they crack and defeat the purpose.