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                                   there is a mask
                                   tight over the face
                                   of the Conqueror

                                   clung into cheekbone
                                   taught over flattened
                                   nose where no breath

                                   is possible; only eyes,
                                   that linger a second
                                   while the mouth

                                   languidly grims the
                                   only fate not strategically
                                   precluded, showing





awareness & breath wormhole: on walking through walls
eyes wormhole: Exceat to Cuckmere Haven
faces wormhole: out side of the writing / lodge
identity wormhole: the tangles fall apart
mouth wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out
power & society wormhole: Bodiam Castle