Feelings of the adversary weave tapestries
in unknown colors throughout history
only to be displayed on museum walls
as tales remembered from another time.
The Master wishes to continue life
tomorrow before the sun rises advancing
the match begun the day before where
the black and white pieces on the board
make up a fragment of the landscape.
Many prayers said in the same room yearn
for peace and warmth to become immanent
and for laughter to grow at the laughter
of others regardless of chosen contexts.
Life would be easier if the unknown uncovered
itself from tirelessly sleeping under a thin
blanket covering sameness and oneness
threatening all with an assortment of exiles
where tears become a craving to return home.
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