Monday, 3 November 2014





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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