Non Nomination
Do not name it.
Hear you?
HEAR ME!
Do not name it
Names are dungeons
What the trembling aspens murmur
Seas eternal faintly whisper
Deep within the Earth a shudder
As the stars shrug off their armor
Suddenly, you're in the timber
See the nameless tracks ahead ... there
Stalk the scent in desperate hunger
Poise predation's ancient silence
Rustling grasses, trickling sunlight
Scent the blood; you are the deer, and then
You are the cat.
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