This kiss, then.
Now and then, forgotten.
This rain washing, time.
Remembered in echoing moments.
This lost, mad, wild haired king, moans -
winds low-bellied, deep in brush.
A crucified stag.
The madman nailed and hung himself
againagainandagain
Nebuchadnezzar growling, trapped in brambles, hanging, engorged, wild eyed.
Ready. Resigned.
Willing.
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