Saturday, April 14, 2007

Deja' vu


Diced between
the black and white
i walk,
A soldier comes
with poison eyes
A knight walks in
his horse with wings
Here comes a commoner
his camel so blind,

Waiting to move through this maze
frozen by her numb gaze
her choice of strides
her choice of choices
her vision so weak
her voice so bleak

How does she say
Let the sixes roll
The soldier be dead
The knight surrender
The oasis be found
and the commoner
become even more dust
and she roll aces on it.

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