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Too-simple eludes as too-complex disturbs the instinct to grasp, clutching at emptiness in trembling fear     Hope says, "there is     always Hope,"         A lure to elongate         the reach, further         overbalancing.               *Hope the crafty wolf               stalks a deer in the glade.* Hope for what? Acquire what? Purchase what? Become what --            that could fulfill the yearning            of the bough for the root?            ...that could elucidate its relentless            aspiration skyward?            Oh, but if -- !                    freeze at the snap of a twig All aflutter at the promise of sweet water against seeking lips      hungry fools chase              Hope for a taste           Into devil wilderness        exposure threatening    surviving by the teeth.    Reduced to mating behavior,          territoriality, predation --               all else forgotten.               *the measured twitch and                  watchful eye fail to outwit                      the cunning wolf in wait* Nowhere we bring ourselves is safe.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
A Wolf Called Hope
Too-simple eludes as too-complex disturbs the instinct to grasp, clutching at emptiness in trembling fear     Hope says, "there is     always Hope,"         A lure to elongate         the reach, further         overbalancing.               *Hope the crafty wolf               stalks a deer in the glade.* Hope for what? Acquire what? Purchase what? Become what --            that could fulfill the yearning            of the bough for the root?            ...that could elucidate its relentless            aspiration skyward?            Oh, but if -- !                    freeze at the snap of a twig All aflutter at the promise of sweet water against seeking lips      hungry fools chase              Hope for a taste           Into devil wilderness        exposure threatening    surviving by the teeth.    Reduced to mating behavior,          territoriality, predation --               all else forgotten.               *the measured twitch and                  watchful eye fail to outwit                      the cunning wolf in wait* Nowhere we bring ourselves is safe.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
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