21. fragmentary

To those waiting,

she appears to emerge from the darkened house.

A dun tableau of tumbleweed.

In the taut quietness,

she makes the sign of the Tower.

Sheds crocodilian tears of molten manganese.

A perfect ruse, a distraction.

But a first act,

while devilry begins.

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