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You’ve lain down your lance

In hopes it makes you strong

But those sweet pleasures

Can tire the senses

The blind then leads the blind

Invisibility as substance

 Listless, persistent shards

The peace obtained upon unclenching

The jaws of rebirth

Desire – unborn, imperishable, eternal

To burn and reveal

The sulliness of shadows

Which defile the erotic

What when the King of Death

Is not home when you arrive