At the nexus of threat and promise,
where Fate winds her thin, tender threads,
I was measured and cut,
pressed and filed flush,
till a square could have stood in my stead.
Still I share a heart with a hunter.
She's the eyes in this skin/skull house.
And one day I swear,
I won't leave her there;
I'll bid her come and call Fate out.
At the nexus
of here and now,
I bid her come
and call Fate out.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
8 comments:
"Still, I share a heart with a hunter." We can only stay measured and cut so long and then Wild Woman rises up and scares the crap out of everyone. LOL. Loved this one, my friend.
Turnabout is fair play.
I enjoyed this very much!
Oh, yes!!! Amen, amen! Love it!! Have a great new week, MZ!!!
We all have a hunter deep in our genetic code - fate should beware.
Oh yes I think that Fate will be called out - i think she already is here..and skin/skull house fantastic - when we feel we have nothing left inside our bodies can truly seem such
Really loved this, a new favorite.
the strength of words speaking out... taking one step at a time... lovely
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