Suffering through the third design
the iron conscripts of your will
traded places for pleasure
watched the rippled moon rise
tainted
from the great black lake
of deeply driven
dark dogwood blossom
windswept
assaulted night
from the banks of a dry splintered beach
the cars crackle by
from within the engines of fire
the fury behind your eyes
from the reverberating gaze fixed gaze
stare unblinking
all these millions of expenses
all of these wounded winter months
forgotten
like stone column textured time
broken arrows sing sailing and fused
impacted and resonating
in your spine
I believe in your victory
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