Seeking Sounds

The blind night-leopard rider:

Kindred-voiced – of the twilight,

taken far into the woods.


               We are running from the same

               questions – that we chase.

               The lamps bleeds for what?

               The land? Paths – unhidden… why?


               We are hunting the sound.

                     Laser-fire in the pitch?

                     The sound of an island’s flight?


               We are ripping – we are plundering.

               Seeking a treasure

               in the middle of nowhere that

               no one knows exists


Blind rider becomes leopard-voiced


Night-leopard becomes a poem  

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