a hazy dream
with a swift execution,
plays chess with memories
I thought I stored away long ago.
As the pieces march toward their opponent
I run; I run into black holes and concrete walls,
constantly feeling as though I’m stuck between a
rock and a hard place. But somewhere in this hellfire
I found a light, and the polished pawn of opposing
forces decided to let up a little. I let the light in,
and when I did, life got warmer. The leaves
perked up a bit. The wounds scabbed up,
and sprouts began to grow. I found life
in cozy corners and abrupt knocks.
Familiar faces and various versions
of laughs only make it brighter.
It’s bright again, and the stay
of execution lives to see
another day. A hazy
dream, a game of
chess, it’s all just
calculated… random.