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The Enemy's Name

II.
Not some single figurine, some deity,
Not a constant, but personalities -
Building character unto this display.
A display which at any point may contain
Agents of democracy, agents of duty.
Willed sacrifice, shameful enterprise
Composing.

III.
The possibilities, never outcomes nor complete,
The regrets and the hopes – short precedence.
Hungry for more, a bitter taste,
The bit between my teeth
That I cannot remove.
The celebrated in silence,
The onlooker once looked on.

IV.
The transgression vivid
Septic and Skeptic,
Motioned,
A reference to nothing,
A vision in memory.
Seer who seeks
Motif.

I.
My body
And
My ghost
Are fighting
For
My soul.
A clinging cycle
Between the sounds,
Death and despair,
That fonds the armor.

V.
And who am I?
Who
Witnesses
This public protection
Against a native affair
Reflected across waters?
A mere escapee,
Who once fought on
The front,
Until I stole
The enemy’s name
Which last whispered
Me.
Written by Chingillas
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