There they are...
Calm. Poised.
Diligently standing at attention.
Fearlessly looking each other in the eye.
And hungry for action.

Silently calling my command,
Awaiting that dignified war-cry.
And perfect in their ranks.
They make me proud.

Gleaming in their uniforms,
A wave of eagerness sweeps the board
Leaving nothing but particles of shrewdness,
coalesced in the heir above.
That stirring of the inevitable
on their minds,
leaves the battlefield bloody
in puddles of black and white.

My mental monologue,
is complacency at its best
A daily dose of intellectual endeavors
leaves my soul at rest.

I can win [!],
in this astute arabesque
when I take over the world,
every morning in chess.

01/06/2002

Posted on 01/06/2002
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