Surrounded by black squares
That we believe are dirt
Dirty, encrusted
Shit-smeared dirt squares
And we are pristine
White, pure, virginal
Nobody's-ever-touched-us
White tiles
Where knights fight battles
But only for show
Because the dragons stay on the black tiles
And the order is maintained
Kept up, appreciated
And supported
In the lines
Between sense
And nonsense
You step
You step again
And again and again
And they say
This helps you
Move forward
Why?
Because
You want
To get
To the next
White
Tile
Rock and rock and rock
Paper, no?
Scissors?
Definitely not
What the fuck are you doing, man?
Taking guesses
At what could be
Going on here
From a mathematical
Point of view?
There's no math here
There's just a basic color scheme
Like the last building you were in
White tiles, black tiles
But before that it was grey and orange
Then pink and off-pink
Then teal and lavender
Then one big fucking square of yellow
And the yellow
Was when
You said fuck it
And sluice
Slice
Weren't you done then?
Why?
Because you had nothing
Nothing
Not-a-thing
To get to
To reach for
To experience
Now you have a place to stay
To stay within
And isn't it
Easier
Kid
Tell me
Isn't it?
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