Rabbit paw prints on my back.. A distant vision.
The black rabbit and eir presence in my vigil.
Those paw prints burn through me,
as I fly into the night, feeling the burn in extremis.
Wishing e could see my eyes, gazing into the sky.
I have decided to invent snowy solitudes for myself.
That I know those paw prints will make me suffer..
The unspoken implications scraping my shoulder blades,
as one who scrapes one's cross on the dusty ground.
I shall be and not be... To live for myself,
to feel those paw prints, sinking into my flesh,
breaking through every possible cell wall.
And the shadows then shall become light to me.
All I feel for em shall redeem me, in the night.
To see all that is mine, traveling neath the rabbit's fur.
To see from a distance, all I have yet to know..
The plentitude of all the nightmares, I have lived thru,
in this sensible yet maddening infection, I am enduring..
where love cannot forget, whom I love, beyond reason.
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