Hunter

Hunter
I am A faceless Danger. A wicked Uncle; someone’s Instrument. Though streets Stay closed For me Some doors Are always open. My shoes move To no music Along paths No one else Can follow. When the crowd Asks: what for? I give them Simple answers. They deserve better. There is No diminishment. Only a constant Geometric increase— No end to it! What it’s like In sunlight Is nothing like What it’s like In rain. I know. I make the wind Blow. When the sun Comes back I squint;

Squeeze The trigger, Watch which way The bullet flies; Follow the dead Bird’s fall Into the lap Of the dying man: Like to like As snowfall Over frozen Water Or fire To the sphere Of stars.

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