Thoughts During the Meeting

We are chess pieces

Left to see every which direction

Waiting to be moved…

And to the members of the board

From here on we move not

But we stand still

To ponder the meaning of life

Our legs are broken

To where do we move next?

Look at me when I speak

I am not invisible

If all I see are my eye balls

Am I looking at myself?

Look at us

We mirror each other

Yet we are so different

Your eyes are closed

Mine are opened

But we see the same things.

I am naked

My clothes hung upon a curtain rod

If one eye goes blind do we all not see?

Put down your arms

For this fight is fought

With nothing but a stare

Do not fire until you see the whites of their eyes

Someone must blink

And I surrender.

Picture: The Encounter by Rene Magritte from http://www.fineart-china.com/htmlimg/image-69713.html


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