the intoxicant comes not from the kill
alive in the morning sun, the cat demands
every last bit of fight from the mouse, the cricket;
the any-catch.
oh, can you imagine the joy?
seeing and wanting,
with absolute knowledge of the ending,
but literally denying the passing moments,
slowing time, or the perception of time,
to a thrum in the deep vein.
the ecstasy of impending
certainty.
oh, it will happen.
yes, God help us, it will happen.
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