I dreamed last night I played a game of chess
Against an opponent who knew my mind.
Each move was calculated, none a guess.
Precisely honed, selected, and refined.
The game's setting could never be disclosed
For no one could describe it. Though each move
Like background music subtly transpose
From minor to major in G, to prove
That such a game had really taken place
Was far beyond the brightest brains that shone
On our planet, or beyond it to space.
And, arrogantly, I include my own
As well as my opponent's, at the cost
Of rationality, for well I know
That we both won, and neither of us lost-
Rationality left some time ago.