Lion's play: how darkness
hides among the leaves;
hides whose eyes are
predatory, mesmerizing.
I assure you, terror
is more obvious than this;
blinding light creates
its own confusion, doubt.
Are we justified to
cut our losses quickly,
bolting into night, racing
towards obliteration
with no resistance?
The prophets say so-
"here is my life, here is
wealth that I have stolen".
The beast is not a beast,
but mirror reflecting inward;
see how darkness licks
its lips for moonlight?
