you and I face to face
between us
the infinite limit
of the thought

one step to another step,
mine, yours
as pawns
on the day and night's diagonal

closer and closer
more and more
only three words are left
on the table
as pieces

lightening
the clouds beyond sun

for a magic ephemerality
in stalemate

until
daring the spirit and himself

the black bishop
said to the white queen
checkmate