Meanwhile, We Believe

How do you lose sight
of the mountain? Where
is love kept in the body?
Deep-freeze or fire?

Did you expect me to tell you?

What I can't set my eyes on
or place my hands upon, when
I hear one thick mosquito
in the night-air
and cannot strike it-

this means I am vulnerable.

Outside my window, there are
bears and tigers. I haven't
seen them but they drop deer
on a patch of reddened clover
ripping through the chest.

Only then, are secrets revealed.

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