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Did you too see the danger in beauty?
As if you beheld, you stood there,
a word frozen
on your parted lips?
Were you then the weakest
and the bravest of men?
Were you a sudden old man
with a child's hand buried in your breast?
Was this explosion a mild one for itself alone?
A second of ruthless springtime?
A quick punch of light into the throat of darkness?
Your gesture was misplaced.
Was it meant in self-defense,
or rather acquiescence?
Did you too see the danger in beauty?