THE GAME of SPACETRADERS
Tis all a chequerboard of nights and days
Where destiny with men for
pieces plays;
Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays,
and one by
one back in the closet lays.
The ball no question makes of ayes and
nayes
But right or left, as strikes the player goes;
And he that tossed
thee down into the field,
he knows about it all-He knows -HE
knows!
"Omar Khayyam"
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