nervy
quick in the
woods like a
small deadly sleepy
lusty amoral peaceful desperate creature
scratching under a melange of old leaves and
nutrition everywhere i am either at rest in my own
defensive nest or killing something small and meaningful or
pacing softly under celestial looms getting paws nasty in morning
carpet looking for big lucky sustenance or hallucinations or
randy sublime encounters with my own kind or my
own shimmering
reflection in a pool of risky water
when i drink
some and swallow
everything disappears
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