Cactus

To be silent, until your throat drought,
then to sit all night,
static as a wall clock paused at 4 am,
your eyes are a volcano with two craters
staring wrathfully at your griefو
a pupil toward a pupil
until one of you closes his eyes
or kill the other

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The tragedy is to always defeat an antagonist who does not die.

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