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On Board



“Now your turn.”


The geometric pattern

sprung from the bottom of one’s memory.

Its presence is walking out without walking

wearing the air.

By the way don’t forget to keep the corner.


A world without expression.

Fragile as glass.

School of whirlpools flowing.

There is something to remember here.

Why is it stuck?

This horse is my horse.

Then the change in the melody I felt.


“Where are you playing tonight?”

“At the Oxygen

just around the corner.

In a secret corner of my heart

and of your heart.

See you there.”


Which universe are you wandering around.

The view from the outside coincides with the view from the inside.

It was shining through the tunnel like a lighthouse in ocean.


A lot of things were remembered.

Recognizing the role of the rock

it was built by so called special stones

and kept its own secret within.

And the Bishop went for a walk diagonally.

Of course.


The stone will revive.

The rock will survive.

Quietly coming from behind

is the familiar Knight.

and it’s about to jump over.

This is a world where expressions and dignity appear.


Synonyms on board.