Visions Fugitives

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I hear you in the dark. I hear you in the forest

and underwater. I hear you dream. I hear your mouth

telling me lies, and I don’t care, wolf.

I don’t care, crow.

It sounds like an ugly bird

crying. A dark beast trying to walk

silently. Creep up on me. I’m an animal

too. If I saw you drowning

I would watch you curious

and afraid, until you were dead.

I think you are offering your mouth to me,

I think it is warm and sweet, but I won’t take it.

Not again, no — not this time.