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i study dragons (expounding on a motif)

i study dragons
in my sleep
like leather bound
books
i split open their scales
marking the last place
i’d been with a red, silken ribbon

i exhume their bones
from deep within the earth
with brushes and picks

i smell their blood and
taste it and
weigh it in vials of glass

i dissect their bifurcated tails
i extend their wings and measure
the depth and breadth of them

i marvel at their pupils, cat-like –
and trace the sharpest edges
of their teeth with my frail
flesh.

i’ve nothing with which
i could stand against them
and no defenses for their attacks
which come daily when i wake

i am at the end of days merely
prey, but atleast
i am
inquisitive prey

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