you lust your fate
as the wind gusts dust
you cross the gate
Even though time will bust
you keep your make
you do things you must
to meet your date
As you check
As you mate
You balance your plate
to equalize to be just
you jump, you jack
the queen, the template
Your darts are clay
your solids gray
Round, around on the ground: earthquake
You oblate
you encrust
diamonds on rust
anti-shining state
On and on you shake
sweat, laugh, hate,
To be or to fake?
Foundation of granulate
King of heist
This is your check
Mate
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