POEM: Outing Competing

Competition cultivates violence. Cooperation cultivates harmony.

Outing Competing

How could won
Out competing
When it’s in
Hour vary nature
I could knot hope
Too outcompete
A single blade of grass
A pristine spring
A towering oak
A squirrelly squirrel
I surrender agin and agin
Soully too fine myself
As won among many
In tiredly uncompelling
To be apart
From deep harmonies
Align I cannot cross

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