Odd

.

In that pitch black emptiness

Lies nothing else but time

And the space to achieve

The dreams of many a man

Like a life-size game of chess,

Strategy made sublime

By the power to weave

Even death in your great plan

With absolute steadiness,

For one mistake and chime

The bells then come retrieve

The otherworldly doorman

Your soul from all this madness,

The basic paradigm

In which to see, believe

The vastness of all that span.

.

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