“Two crescents, dark even to the twilight indigo Starless,...

“Two crescents, dark even to the twilight indigo
Starless, detached curves while albeit one
Faces casting upon face, faces hidden among amices and among night
They are not the sick, nor the flawed
They are but the black, that which is inviolable
A gloom unsupervised
Conjoined breath, incestuous
Fraternalism, oppugnant to societal touchstone
Of these are your neighbors, your city council, your law, your community
The boogeymen
The Cult, the Cattle
And with mesmeric hymns of word, song, and promise they draw you in”