It’s all just a game

But it’s all that matters

My pieces aflame

My defenses in tatters

Thinking too long

And moving too little

Opponents still going strong

And my set up is brittle

Lost my queen

Never used my rook

Future moves unseen

Even when I look

My king stands alone

I moved too late

I’ve lost my throne

Can’t escape checkmate

~David T. Kukulkan~


About davidtkukulkan

I am a cognizant collection and configuration of genes in symbiosis with various microorganisms, thoughts, memories, emotions all encoded in neurochemicals.
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