It's No Longer Lions
We are wild
tactical creatures, eyes
flickering around
a perilous world. Words
and fingers.
Words and fingers.
We are safe
only when we are
predicting.
When we
guess the future
then we are safe.
.
For those
whose life is not even,
I know how
tired you are,
how hard it is to rest.
Things waggle
day by day,
uncommonly. I know
how you
spend your days
dodging, with darts
fired at your legs.
.
You are
wild tactical creatures.
I see how your eyes narrow.
.
(Nowadays
it's the little predators
and the human
and abstract mind-predators
and the value predators
.
among the world's
human furniture
that are the worst).
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