Friday, 13 July 2012

Song of the endless chess game

Heart played mind
sometimes with the white pieces of clarity
and sometimes with the black
of unreadable heart twinge,
and mind, playing heart,
likewise played black now
moves wrought in the fires of known-rule
clothe in the dark ash of logic,
or white
in the simple clarity
of as-is safety.
They played and played
and neither won
and neither lost
and never did they agree to draw.

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