Like some huge and convoluted chessboard,its darks and lights grown unpredictable,
life spills out before us
its invitation to adventure.
I forget:
are we only supposed to step on the lines?
Or is it that we avoid the lines?
The music's playing in my head --
step on a crack,
you'll break your mother's back --
and what dark impulse is this,
rearing up before me,
that wants to trample randomly
each crack that it can find
except, of course,
they're all wiggling out of control,
liquid reflections of a journey I've yet to take:
abandon control,
all ye who enter here,
and begin that reckless slide into infinity.
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