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.
Patrons of lore,
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,
Fonds the armor.
Like a secret
That does not yet exist.
Like temptation
who's buried six feet.

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
Whose last murmur was
"You."