Mistress Of The Animals

You will know her presence
in the half-light
fathoming her power
you cannot see her

in the howl of animals
who make the quick
slide through the grass,
her power in their blood
noisily beating
and echoing in the flesh of the hunter
attempting to silence his
pounding breath, Mistress
of animals be
kind, give

succor in the dark
be sun in the
dark

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Our Lady, Solitude

was it moments like these
that made you think of her? Hunger.

elegant she is. no one knows her

name her face is seen through
mirrors an unknown
named her, her architecture a
passageway, but, too,

she is hail
maddening your face


having
known her forever I
have only just discovered
she is a great fruit
to eat inthe midst of
noise, passage,
the threat of being totally dis

armed