Who Knows What's Going to Happen

You can't judge
the incomplete.
Without glasses
the words mean
nothing. I'd rather
be killed by a slash
to the throat, than
a knife to the back.

The wider the space,
more difficult to dread.
There is a reason for
the marking of wolves,
a growl from the bear.
But in the end, loneliness
will kill you.

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