I see
you
the
moonlit
human
silhouette
In the
lone bridge
warding off
and
wading into
your demons.
And then
your
destiny
drives in,
And you
Glare back
with the
Grave black
glance
of a
deer
caught
in its
headlight.
Immobile
and
Immure.
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