Selcyc

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When darkness paints the sky ahead
The wheels cease spinning
Rain refuses to rise

A moonless tide sweeps
Over a wooden chessboard
Buried in the sand

Glass pawns stand
Disoriented
Out of place

When time stops
They move themselves
An incompetent pawn becomes the queen

She wields the brush
Streaks the slate
White

With the blood of the sun
She burns away
The new moon





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