New poem. I try writing what I can't know. This is weird, but it's essentially me existing in 7 places at once.
I.
I sit in front of a chessboard
The silence stifles my nerves
The game of the century
Nobody to play with.
I am isolated.
II.
I see me sitting across from me.
I move the black pawn, smiling in satisfaction.
I carefully consider my next move.
The white pawn moves.
This shall be difficult indeed.
III.
Now I am sitting on me, while I am also sitting on me,
Across the table.
My mind is cloudy, as I process my 4 realities at once
I am using me as support, to sit down, and rest my weary soul.
Yet, as I rest, I grow more restless.
IV.
I decide to move the castle, which I personally disagree with.
I try to become more comfortable, but as I rest I become more restless.
The pressure of being a supportive creature, not a selfish one.
I rustle my branches, made of skin, flesh, and bones.
My gnarled hands providing shade for me.
I am forever doomed to be myself.
V.
I feel enlightened and exhilarated all at the same time.
Destiny is screaming my name, as I groan with myself, albeit for different reasons.
The queen decides to move. She is solid and mighty.
Yet, I don’t see her move, and I do see her move. Because I am moving her.
I am the God of this universe, I am staring down at myself. I have become the world.
VI.
It is strange how I know how much I know.
The warm office around me, the computer on my desk.
The chessboard in front of me.
It is regular-sized and miniature, all at the same time.
These realities are all existing at the same time.
They are not different, but one and the same.
VII.
I am staring at the window, which only the two of us are aware of.
Yet, I am aware of at the same time.
All eyes are mine, because they are only the two.
My mind is tearing at the seams, but I want more.
I have become God, and I will never let this go.
I desire more perspective.
Let me know what you think. I'm always interested in feedback.
Thanks,
Justin
I.
I sit in front of a chessboard
The silence stifles my nerves
The game of the century
Nobody to play with.
I am isolated.
II.
I see me sitting across from me.
I move the black pawn, smiling in satisfaction.
I carefully consider my next move.
The white pawn moves.
This shall be difficult indeed.
III.
Now I am sitting on me, while I am also sitting on me,
Across the table.
My mind is cloudy, as I process my 4 realities at once
I am using me as support, to sit down, and rest my weary soul.
Yet, as I rest, I grow more restless.
IV.
I decide to move the castle, which I personally disagree with.
I try to become more comfortable, but as I rest I become more restless.
The pressure of being a supportive creature, not a selfish one.
I rustle my branches, made of skin, flesh, and bones.
My gnarled hands providing shade for me.
I am forever doomed to be myself.
V.
I feel enlightened and exhilarated all at the same time.
Destiny is screaming my name, as I groan with myself, albeit for different reasons.
The queen decides to move. She is solid and mighty.
Yet, I don’t see her move, and I do see her move. Because I am moving her.
I am the God of this universe, I am staring down at myself. I have become the world.
VI.
It is strange how I know how much I know.
The warm office around me, the computer on my desk.
The chessboard in front of me.
It is regular-sized and miniature, all at the same time.
These realities are all existing at the same time.
They are not different, but one and the same.
VII.
I am staring at the window, which only the two of us are aware of.
Yet, I am aware of at the same time.
All eyes are mine, because they are only the two.
My mind is tearing at the seams, but I want more.
I have become God, and I will never let this go.
I desire more perspective.
Let me know what you think. I'm always interested in feedback.
Thanks,
Justin