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He tells himself that which he feigns to know

A coil of structures unearthed in nature's flanks

Its secret art vibrates in muffled blows

His keeper stopped, caught cold in stymied banks

Her draw propels the flight, the distance made

The movement soars unsheathed by all it is.

The slide is quick, the laws in turn degrade

A thief has come to steal and make it his

That stranger lives to thrash the reckless night

No thought of them remains to challenge him

His flex, his drain removes to rupturous mightand take its hold, no sight of what had been

The man departs as fast as he has come

Questions reign where none have been undone.