©2021 Michael Raven

thoughts, language knotted
i strain against bondage
of knowing ignorance matched
with intuitive guidance
to shout from the cover of trees:
"i see! i see! i see!"
only to lack even poor adjectives
resorting to primitive grunts
roaring through the night 
on the shadows of the hunt
howling across starry skies
the host touched by the dark
with eternal hunger for
the gleaning of ways, mere
umbra-waxing wights
widdershin walking 
the gloaming paths
seeking the light

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