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within your act of silent meditation the body taut as drum skins breath-sounds like cat-paws in the night but, you are much too silent you sweat smoke-clouds from your pores reveal an aura of prehistoric swamp the coal-green emanations from eyelids now lizard-like, do not escape my notice the heat of your breath-turned-fire penetrates my vision I no longer see you now realize a dragon awaits a time to strike. |
