Unsaved Document

Returned now to habitude & ugly old attitudes resume.

Refrain from razor-blades against the skin but now place them instead between the teeth so during sleep the mouth fills with blood

forcing shame to keep a silence unredeemed by graceful movement or delicate features;

eyes that do not see the open, absent of the pulsation, the differentiation separating life from death, death from dying.

Until, once again, the morning comes when a mother bends to brush against her child & the animal rejoins the wild challenge of existence:

begin a new day, with different hunters, different prey yet always the same ancient struggle despite the panic, the shit, the pain that afflicts all living things.

Grace is acceptance, grace is defiance;

for the hunter to eat the prey must die, & for each to drink the gaze must sink down toward the water.

There, where the reflection resides.

There, where there is nowhere

to hide.