The Purpose of Wolves

The poisoned light has come
to change me

from healthy darkness where
I sleep hidden, formless

in my childhood.

Casting doubt, the blank
surface of opening eyes,

now I see everything.

I am worried for my children
before they're born, skeptical

of whether my enemies will
forgive me, let me live.

They are coming for the temple
of my personhood with knives,

with bombs and hateful words.

A stranger arrives
in the shape of a wolf,

leads me back into
the blindness of the jungle.

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