crackling
little battle
on a sheer tabletop
play out nine stratagems to loss
all fail
shimmer
your guardian angel army
forward with conviction
cool paper cuts
all fail
station
your solidest
chromatic wards for war
call upon the coffers (for luck)
all fail
fingers crackling with cool caffeine
orchestral general
seethes, machinates
all fail
yet some
lucent, astral
moment will align Math,
Mind, and Matter and sun’s zenith
falls bright
magic
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Post-Neology 