Outside the door there was a strange sound.
It was the knight on the chessboard.
It had made a move maybe even a hypermove
it looked like an angel, like the name of the fort.
She stood and opened the door.
The fortress chessboard SER had not moved.
Only the black knight had changed blue.
He hadn’t come alone.
Here was the headless horseman who had asked for them to shoot with his own
on the crescent.
Who else would dare follow the invisible
inside the branching of the centuries.
She chose her move and returned to her room.
She didn’t know that they had come for her celebration.
Because she was prudent like Virgin Mary.
He was standing with the sword.
The time had come for them to leave.
They would change the world.
It was the next cycle.
Polycyclicity.
Mental shock.
So she found herself in a zoo there where the chameleons stand and the color of the invisible.