The curious thought that
She was never as green as grass
fell silently and creepingly into my
animal 'there'.
Had it been there all along?
Below awareness, where we keep
the patterns which could change life,
curation gone awry for a moment's shock?
Shock our thought, and
Shock our blood, and
Shock our life, that which
moved sword and, here
one away from what was
and towards what will be
SHOCKed I was, she wasn't.
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