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.
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