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The Chess Players
Slow and deep.
Thought like an iron mountain.
Dancers with banners,
and silver ants chatter.
Dark skies of power.
Massive logic,
the force of a black sun.
Javlins fly and stab.
Skeletons rise.
Violet rooks cackle and dive.
Action and reaction, seen
in mirrors in the great machine.
A face in the chess-board speaks...
"Check."
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