A name lit from within
by a fire, a furnace
of ambition.
A face strong as canvas
grown stiff in freshened air,
as amenable
to tacking
as any other sail.
Words, honey crust
on the tongue,
poison or balm
or both — and
the backside
of this sugared speech
carrying all the vermin
such sweetness at once
attracts
and conceals.
Dark Matter 
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