Autonomous

The hour of the wolf calls Cool dark sharp but calm No moonlight howl or cry Head down and focused frown Pawns are pushed into place The risks we trust to take With good faith in calculus These gods are among us Energetic plight flickers Spattered anger flouts Dilated rage with white teeth out To think beyond aloud Funny how the face of a clown can quickly change it's mouth

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