And I continue to write words on the chessboard, listening to Charlie Parker and his disciples, whose saxophone notes reach me through a wide-open window onto the street. 🎷🎵

If artistic beauty enchants you, we're meant for each other; if not, move along. 𓂃🪶

Last game of chess

Driven by an irresistible urge

The proud banner of the senses

Leaps towards the chessboard

All hopes unleashed

The player begins

Straddling the squares

The hand cleaves the defense

From which knights spring forth

The arm sways and leaps

And plays with the counters

The waves of assault rush

Upon his offered flanks

The heart races faster

Setting its rhythm

On his opponent

Overcome by the trance

That sets the clock ticking

The pieces curl

Surge and shake

A Queen suddenly runs

And cleaves like a blade

The King opposite

It's the fanfare of chords

Making his body vibrate

The breath quickens

A wave engulfs him

When the mind reels

And his joy announces

The end of the quest

Ecstasy and vertigo

Higher and stronger

Victory smiles upon him !

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Jarhold, February 26, 2026