When being is not fully
understood -
The prairie fields
leading to the threshold-
A place where
mysterious woods
of menacing darks
and alluring lights
draw inexorably;
incomprehensively
the questions that
pursue response
like a mountain lion
stalking a rabbit.
Tall sallowish
grasses flail back and forth
silently bending and
recoiling against the zero
as February’s winds
dash across the whiten landscape
a brigade of death
and destruction-
while the long
shadows foretell the coming of night
soon – very near,
suffering’s run shall be at end.
Now, when the moment
captures the place
and stills time to a
static picture
the rabbit shall
cease the lion’s will
by acquiescing to
pain without resistance
Thereby negating the
jaw’s temerity-
Thus, the rabbit’s blood
becoming the lion’s being.
A presence can be felt ...
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