Finding You

Dear
Loki,
I am done
Playing this chess
Without a smart king.
And for the cards, please win.
Drink , feed on snakes and ladders,
send my regards to them with dice.
I will not fight when there is no war
Nor speak in tongues because they said I should.
If finding you will take a thousand years ,
Let it be known that I wouldn’t try.
This has nothing to do with pride
Or the absence of honey
to soothe your dwarf ego.
I have played my part,
Search your vain shell
And bring forth
What’s left;
You.

Miidong.