Checkmate
Reason dies without faith
men but a pawn
to move in set patterns
not seeing beyond
Logic and cogence
delude and mislead
with vision and instinct
left wounded to bleed
Reason dies without faith
enslaved to the line
paper to crumble
One voice to remind
Years add together
with hope on the run
belief when left wanting
all thoughts zero-sum
(The New Room: December, 2021)
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