“Chess is the gymnasium of the mind.” – Blaise Pascal
Insanity is a cell,
a blind man’s bars
play with freedom,
but a key doesn’t fit the lock.
Who am I if not, where’s beyond
if a cage holds what it won’t free?
Days wither on the throat of a scream.
I hear what can’t be seen…See what can’t be heard.
Climbing out in the center of falling in
I play a black chessboard dressed
as a blood thorn queen.
Helter skelter, neither here nor there,
what falls rarely finds up.
Riddles and swirls, answers that can’t find questions.
I’m there but not here…Gone but never leave.
I’m a ghost that breathes, skeleton without bones,
a mind that searches, a searcher who never finds.
I fish for reality without bait or hook.
©Susie Clevenger 2022