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Mar 2015
everybody's watching a game of chess
and I think I am staring at the board
focusing hard enough that I can make the pieces move
but not really, and I'd like to pretend everybody's watching
I'd like to put it on live television, I'd like an arena
but it's just me, and there is no opponent,
and there aren't even any pieces, and I think
I should stand up and go home, and not feel sorry for myself
the air outside the arena is cleaner anyway-
the trees greener- because outside, I mean nothing
and because of that, I am free to be everything.
I'm ready to be a disappointment.
M
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