That which transpires behind that which appears.
Captivating verging upon captive taking.
I’ve taught everyone No Thing.
I’ve told No Body everything.
Bones tapping.
Dropping skeletons to read the bones strewn,
recalling those cries from the crowded street.
Exuberance of the hysterical normalcy.
I dare you in this kindly sinuous challenge of tendons and ligaments.
A pale, dark-horse rides in, unbidden.
Flared nostrils from a face concealing a mirror of mind thinking:
If the dæmon would seek, Æ would ask a dance.
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