The animal on the inside,
the one that won't fail
to pull me down
these snowy, mudslide hills
by its scissor teeth
No photography
no astrology
no genealogy
no more topography
To what kingdom, what phylum,
what class do you belong, animal?
To whom do you belong?
Kingdoms, phyla, classes, distinctions blur
as you tear me apart.
This sunshine, white on winter
This Vivaldian savage scene
This expulsion of mundanity
This crimson shimmer on horizon, animal,
You and I,
Dolorous dancers in a mutual dream.
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