'Jekyll, Hiding Hyde
Part angel, part bovine,
Your gaze holds me close by.
Part demon, part divine;
The celestial-hosts sigh.
Doubts leak like a broken tap,
Assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and drop to fill the gap;
Your balmy words can't dry.
An easel for pigments to trap;
Row upon row hang from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.
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