Catch Some Wide Eye

A Sonar Meditation


into the woods
the silence pressed
close to my chest
like a monogrammed heart
cropped, lens flared
edited into submission
stains of blood
like tiny flowerlets
inscribed around it-
ancient prose
for a poetic end

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