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King Cobra

You are King Cobra



Eyes the black eyes of mirrored fear

Blind my bright eyes, true no more

Poison poised behind glass orbits

Frantic reduction

Cut your losses

Retreat.

Raised on my face the black flag of retreat

Cunning Creature

Fast ardent inflammation

elongated ribbon sketch-work

Rise



Circle-loop-circle

the old face of death

again begins once more

Circle-loop-circle

Eyes turning purple

What new, dark, sacrament awaits?

The coroner or

The coronation?