Aesthetic Dragons, Moral Dragons

When breath becomes flare 
fire wreaths faith in will.
How much intended inhalation 
stacks indeliberate pulses?

Ones make many points 
dotted tines 
sharp object
unquestionable inquests.

Multiples cannot identify 
position, time, or space 
and neither can they value 
beauty, crime, or face.

Critic everyone 
but may some yet escape
the impulse to regard 
ugly, evil, great.

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