Man the Beast ask a Question...

i/. Man is forever
trapped
between
his beast
and his dreams;
which run
down his chest
like living beads
of temption’s sweat.

ii/. Into the naked air
our breaths stood out
cold in the street’s light,
only highlighting
the emptiness of the sight,
where noxiously toxic
we are here to decease,
But are we, he asked,
Already on our pale
cement scarred knees?

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