Kept Between Dogged Boughs
Such a face to see, a villain.
Ragged, lilting;
Worn and fierce.
Eyes that glean the boundaries
step within the vapor;
pallid, twisting.
Shares the presence of two moons;
Eclipsed and Full,
Of equal light.
Tipping of cosmic scale;
kept between dogged boughs
seen only in the smoke of heat.
They speak, “and become enveloped”.
Dropping down to back, he screams,
bobbing below head, with pride
And yet the nose does ever breathe.
The scent of cowardice;
the final leap
To maintain will and desire
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