In his eyes,
the danger lies,
averted,
shrewd, au courant,
this son of Simone,
this son of Reza,
not in his Apollonian visage,
not in his Bacchic body,
not in his iconographic posture,
nor his pose of nonchalance,
but in his eyes,
the danger lies.
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