Obscured within the subtle views
of needful things that tempt desire
no outward signs, no hidden clues
that what is seen is just a ruse.
But camouflaged inside the lie
the hidden clause, the sharpened teeth.
How clever then the cunning man
who plays this game of hide and seek,
of bait and switch because he can;
who mixes just a hint of truth
to prey upon the unsuspecting?
Present knowledge notwithstanding—
for if we’d known, would we still choose?
Deception clouds our understanding,
for one to win, then one must lose.
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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