His fur catches twinkling light
spots motifs hypnotize.
He paces the cage, restless.
The black claw wants
to tear open raw flesh.
Pulsing dense warmth
flows in the heavy air.

To get closer—
just for a while,
to look into gold-red, cold eyes
To touch the mystery,
to ask what it feels
when it rips apart the skull
and slurps the fading beingness…
Is curiosity worth it?

Nature is no accident,
Nothing is left to mere chance.
Stare too long into his eyes,
the barriers come down…
Is that you, or is that I?
An ominous gaze is a gift
that unveils the fated future.

If they open the door
He reacts without control.
His instincts unerringly
detect unspoken warnings.
Run away,
Turn to stone,
Scream or Faint if you want.

The shrinking, narrow space
puts everyone to the test
in a world of large and small cages.

The warmth remains
But only within
The tyrant called winter
Has closed us in

Apathetic dreamers
Lost in the cold
This frozen nightmare
Has taken its toll

Where is the May Queen
To free are beliefs
To return our magic
Frozen in grief

Oh but to pine
Away till it's time
The Keeper of Seasons
Changes her mind...

It is what it is.
If you don’t try to persist
and seek the essential,
you are protected.

Too many patterns
in the mind to analyze.
If you go straight,
you are untouched,
but if you turn the page…

Everything will change,
the scorched material
waking up to convert its shape.
The definitions are trembling
Nothing is the same.

The eyes hunt the words,
never spoken before
in the large boiling cauldron
of speculation.

You can’t guess
which role in the show
will be assigned
if you step beyond
fixed synchronization,
but does it matter if you’re
on the next page?