made of a perfection projected into distances so great, it wouldn’t be fathomed as a form of entirety,
made through priceless nature deprived of its true extensive reach into the most real of all creation,
as it always would only become what it takes in its wake while evading a semblance of normalcy to play,

rarities of the mind thriving on the change of timeless grace & intuitive designs affirming a rule over earth or sky,
finding paths cleared to the very ends of possibilities in defeat or embrace of an impasse reality,
storming through beaches littered in rubies of blood and the salt of leaving armies in purpose behind

caught in between harnessing a weak perception of worldly outcomes out of another’s presence,
and harmonizing senses to strengths ignored in the weight of function or its access by the ways in command,
choiceless if only for moments of disconnection to understand move’s surrounding an interest to invest,

A game in progress.,