Spending time dreaming
in subconscious science,
I see strange gleaming
champions of reliance
boasting tender thighs
that bring the dead
surprise behind eyes
not easily misread.
It’s demanding capture
is dark black
despite rapture
near and back.
Nothing’s done
but one.
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