Chess Prose

Chess Prose

SEVIFYLLAW
SEVIFYLLAW
Jan 16, 2009, 5:34 AM |
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Chess takes me heart first into the matrix which is the mother womb literal a lateral discection in my reflection as I gaze into the perfection a game in its brilliant diamond duality the zen-ness witness the fortress of man possessed as ifwoman possessed the clean queen dream in the scheming mist history We bliss in this I must insist that for every iz there is the oz to get the brave-smart-heart and find your way home.