A Game of Cat's

Isn't it perfect that 

life is just a stream of X's and O's?

Each one blocking out the other as they go.

..

Doesn't it just makes sense 

that all that we see in front of us are 

cancellations, one after the other?

..

It's a string of blackout-poetry, 

and we didn't know that all the words we obscured 

and covered up contained the original meaning of life.

..

Haven't you wondered if it was true 

that who you are is just replaced 

moment by moment with someone else?

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And this abstract version of things 

that you're trying to understand is just 

an infuriating game of cat's

that no one seems to be able to win.