#2,467 Check

Such brashness in one so
rash is my own downfall –
a world king’s view – how
we tumble [knocked over
chess-men mis-placed] – I
know my limits [for now]
& labour under restraint –
Do not exceed those lines
laid out by my consultant
[he knew so much ‘bout a
trod route] – Pain claims a
role in my stargazing eye –
[I scan all of that upwards
& now-known dead] – this
surly difficulty lives in me
[as if a forever fazed echo]