Wile we win

Compare Instinct impulse is innate.
Brother the first was the only one.

Now amidst all brothers, compare
Turns soft Pride
in me,
I confide
In Competition,

Competition's incomplete confidence
As only embers 'bout to turn by wind
To flame
the same
Wind making oar's
Effort obsolete or
Increased, eyes

To the lightness
Of the darkness
That fills will,
Fills will so
So Wholly

We are beaten;

Wile we win.