Sunlight and two incandescents of three
war for sovereignty of a chessgame
in which each piece marbles black to white--
white halves to the righthand sides
of each player, respectively--

They sit with minds of bright moonlight
deadly in that nebulous thought
wavered tween nova and rock
in serendipitous plot-- nostrils flare

In high storm calm-- pupils dilate
as feint and subterfuge
toil for excellence to strike and fold--

And the room is God and Mind
is not and the war for love is lost.