Always.. only moments away from full-draw:
the counterpoint to a reflection: a shadow, a ghost..
Stalking, stalking... always stalking & sneaking about...
Gliding, always moving, constantly, as a shark..
Always.. readied > from all angles < always.. aiming,
whether by day, under the name of.. the Madcap..
or under the flag of.. a hustler, taking others for money & drinks,
moonlighting as a pool player, under another name,
within the halls.. the Iron Trap.
Did you know that corals orgasm? & do so tremendously..
under detected moonlight? by using ancient genes, which howl
...even deep, underneath the sea? Sort of neat, if you ask me.. Interesting,
to say the least.. I wonder what this implies & means? It's strange,
& at the very least can cause one to rethink; everything ..is strange,
& makes me curious & intrigued. Everything is far more compacted
into far more perplexing boxes than it all seems. Everything is crazier than we think it is.. But, perhaps, everything is way crazier, than even that...
"A hunter gets the most from its prey
..from the meat ..when it is happy,
when it does not know that it is being hunted:
'Within a natural environment.' ----Whether that be
as... a worker bee or warrior, lying in a forest,
in some untouched grass, running up a countryside,
or up & about, acting like a child, self-declaring itself
a king or, even, a prince. running amok: ruling, controlling...
yet destroying, defiling... the ecosystem & habitat,
civilizing, yet keeping true to its roots...
....as an animal.. in the wild.
Whatever you have to do... or allow...
Whether you have to turn a blind eye
or not... ----Just do it. Keep them well;
shake hands with such deceptive sin,
& push the rest aside.
This is how you will get the most out of them
..the most essence, the highest quality, that is.
You must ensure that they thrive.."
He finished up ...then went quiet;
his eyes narrowed as he focused,
& reached into that quiver of his.
"Be. Ver-Y. Qui-Et," his mouth read;
but, not one sound ...escaped his lips.
Precise & calculated: reasons why this...
bowman has never missed.
The whole wood hushed -- fell silent -
as I crouched in the middle of the suspense,
next to this macilent ...possibly maleficent.. archer, pulling ---)-
back on some fine string, readied & aimed ...at ours truly..
..the Pixie Prince.
Stepping away for a bit, as usual.
He X'd out of everything,
withdrew to his home screen,
& proceeded to think.
Leaning back, he thought,
till he snapped back up,
& then reopened his saved, blank pages.
The air flushed in, as some circulation began,
till his words, followed by a period ..came to an end.
He submitted.. by concluding that he was merely a man
...that a man is human, & that humans.. need rest.
& that if rest is done right ..so, too, will follow relaxation.