“The odd game the boardgame”

MacLeod

To what purpose was I led? To knowledges checkered edge

To sit in clouds in sky body, but love unfound you’re empty

As if she shaped Beauty, the idea of the missing half was born

Whole again: the woman you love inside you; Perfection

What is the purpose of – all this knowledge of Love?

When one Woman can reinvent the universe, by not showing up?

Where am i going? not for myself alone, these board-games

These days seem twain: to exist for her also, the odd game