THE GAME
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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