Blind

'Aye, that way goes the game': Shakespeare
knew a thing or two about humanity.

King Lear: Act IV. Gloster, eyes gouged out
by enemies, is led to the precipice.

Following blindfold, obscured behind the treachery
of a taut bandana, all our faceless Eves,

entrapped by games of Blind Man's Bluff
played out at the edge of the cliff