poetry corner 010 only peace

— — —
I
n a quiet little nook
Away from all the spiders
A curious digital distraction
All words here beside us
Nothing to drink
No end to the smoke
Only when I think
Are we bespoke
Wherefore art’ thou
I often question
Another glug, another toke
Hereto ends the lesson
The only piece left
Is inevitably a pawn
Three moves in levy
Swallowed to surrendering dawn

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