Jan
27
What’s in your cards for me.
Do they know more than I what I’ll be?
Are they blessed with an inverse eye,
To see what’s unseen?
To call blue what is blatantly green?
I am no one track machine.
I am my father’s disease,
As known as a wayward breeze.
His black robe flows
From his old shoulders.
Its folds are home
On a globe that just grows colder.
What’s called just
When home disowns its soldiers?
He knows.
His thoughts bestowed for naught
On loads of boulders.
(via enpasant)
via ChessBase.com - Chess News - Magnus Carlsen – ‘I don’t quite fit into the usual schemes’
My blazer is purple.
Your argument is invalid.
(via enpasant)