Month: April 2017

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-seventy-six : the spaceman)

there are no conflicts
or wars upon my planet
nor have we mirrors

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bubo bubo

out in the woods
where the wild boars meet
and rustle
I came across him staring
up among the fear dressed trees
a gaze as dead as stone
and twice as still
passed through me
and a primordial shiver
tingled
within the deepest
oldest and hidden corners
of my psyche
a remembrance
though not strictly mine
of skyfalling, worldending
blood and claw,
the passing millenia
may have turned the tables
somewhat
but this is his realm
and in it
I am but prey