stillness pierced
those vast, empty vistas filled
by a course, warbling wail
of the weary
calling on other lone
and empty visions of night
whose starry slopes see only
mirages of self
in the distance
the pack echoes its
pride, fiercely feeding
on the claw-marks
so deeply etched through
fissures
visible only when
the night
reclaims its solitude
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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