Being seen, not seen is a
Discipline in it's own right,
More fun than it aught be,
Seek. Contradiction.
Watch. Great Method.
Madness. Recognizing,
a Weird rabbit hole in
your own self. And
Observing, Patient as a
Predator, eager to digest,
this meal. It has its own
Dark/Sublime. Such need,
and so raw drives Tangos
of painful intensity.
The drives they put in
cages of varying fortitude,
Primal. In Dark places Stowed,
Emerging ravenous. Sadistic.
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