A player of chess
so
intrigued by
me
feeling the wind in the hair of
a head so high too
smart, too savvy too
young to properly surrender I
play my game, to...
pick my surprise and I
make my moves to pick
the time and manor of which
given it is
with my hands pulling strings to...
land ten steps ahead for
the spin of a web I tangled
so
I am
left alone to, think of
the strings
of
the game
the surprise to me
left prize-less
to...?

Dedicated to: Bettaman