Præy
Vultures
circle, I am jaded
World-weary
but far from dead
I don't
have to fear them yet, here
In the
wasteland of whispered choices
I fear
myself more than anything
So much
lost time thinking things through.
Just
overhead, smile creases of irony
Shape
banks of cloud
Playing
over the face of determination pulled
Taught
across the sky
And the
wind carries only silent laughter.
I have
scaled these thoughtscapes
I am up
and out of the furrows, now
I am
stranded on the summit
Present
floating flakes, the dry skin of insignificance.
Vultures
circle, practiced patience so cruel but
I refuse
fall prey
In animal
eyes I have increased, past
A lost
prophet to the kingdom of illusion
And
shifting sands
A
withering world of memory
Me; my
somehow alien self
More
brutal than we ever let imagine.
Warily I
tread the line between love and hate
What's
wired inside, what’s not in control
If
nothing else now I know more than before
Adapted
now, I lure the hungry talons down
I will
eat them first and I will increase.
I refuse
to fall prey
I refuse
to fall prey
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