there is no should be, just is. antenna. thorax.
eyes, escaping moons. these go unchanged.
i hunt. we feed and earth gives and we feed.
wash myself in the old rain. dry in young sun.
no wars here. i am life from lifelessness.
fight to continue the honor and that’s all.
it ends in a rush of gold and heat where i’ll stay, someday
a symbol of divinity, arms poised in eternal invocation.
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