To the Nameless

[AlfredtheGreat]

To think that we are just floating
On a speck of dust, suspended at the exact
Distance that makes are lives possible
In a galaxy that offers us the perfect conditions
For the life that we have, we met
To think of living in the same neighborhood
The same city, state, country and world
To think of the unknown that is us
The writer and the subject
The pessimist and the glorious
Optimist engaged in a chess match
Where the pawns are ten feet tall
And encroaching on my vocal cords
The players are fate and reservation
Fate is marked by the arrogance of knowing
It cannot be defeated
The question that remains is will I have the strength
To stand straight and tall and deliver these words to you
"..."
In doing so we will be complete.*

[PrinceMyshkin]

You certainly drew me in and I was eager for the narrative conclusion - but haven't a clue what to make of
"..."

[AlfredtheGreat]

i know it was a stylistic choice, it was supposed to represent that the speaker doesn't know the words to say