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The Hunt
Under the surface,
The organism
Slows...
Purity
Shows…
Emanating
From
The
Snow’s – Surface,
Which
Knows stillness
In this
Iridescence,
Which
Grows,
Alertness…
Padded foot,
Silence -
Painted face,
Grace -
Movement
Arrow
In
Air
Without a trace…
Ink spill
Ajar – Jar
Of
Ink:
Into purity it sinks,
As an open eye, distilled -
Sees
It
All...
And all
Is
Still...
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