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you are comfortable
still somewhere
in the night
the swaying leaves talk
in the tongues of teeth
black fur and fear
Published 27th Jul 2016
| Edited 4th Aug 2016
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9th Feb 2019 9:21pm
why did i stop paying attention to you?
this is excellent cleverness, if my interpretation is right, and it is about that strange midnight adrenaline you get: your body calling you by your pre history name, a hunting drive almost bred out of you, translated into frantic typing, unnecessary email checking, and maybe going to get a glass of water
this is excellent cleverness, if my interpretation is right, and it is about that strange midnight adrenaline you get: your body calling you by your pre history name, a hunting drive almost bred out of you, translated into frantic typing, unnecessary email checking, and maybe going to get a glass of water
1st Aug 2019 1:43am
just saw this and had a bout of frantic nervous laughter and a little peeing in the pants to boot...cause of that damn glass of water, my hunting skills are not up to snuff I'm afraid
8th Feb 2021 6:22am
I do like your "take" and yes this was composed in comfort but the fear is a rather palpable not so ancient reminder of solo wilderness sojourns when imagination and a moonless dark forest conspire
