Awake on a win, asleep on defeat,
\nthe competition always raged elsewhere.
\nInside, naught but grey matter, ideas splash and spatter.
\nYet nothing ever mattered anywhere.
\nTo nod off midst a rally, from mountains, all is valley.
\nTo come alive, the sand and sea divide.
\nThe universal wind blew its music through the skinned,
\nand sparked an impulse as the power died.
\nJust walk under a ladder, the world gets ever madder.
\nThe super stitching breaks, the core revealed.
\nThe inside, once united, becomes, alas, indicted.
\nIt’s horrible to see what’s been concealed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"