The Game
When two worlds try to meet.
A world of meaning within all and everything.
The blues of the educated, greens of growth and reds of a conquered game.
Words spoken not heard.
A living word around with a mind opened.
A frequency of understanding, learning or teaching.
A mass confusion of so many wavelengths crashing, colliding into a purpose.
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