BOY
and
so descends the night
locks
him close within its bowels
makes
him move as fawns from wolves
tiny
hooves
trot
the moss
sense
no loss
and
here he takes his rest
pensive
boy in solitude
how
his brashness hides the soft
candied
land
colors
thought
like
it ought
and
makers breach the boughs
break
the vows prehistoric
forces
nature to implore it
xanthic
missiles
aimed
at nothing
timid hunting
and
swells dark disenchantment
in
crystal spheres he stares
amnesic
indiscretion flares
artful
boy
in
his prison
double
vision
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