The prowling mind

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Time asserts and reasserts

Without flinching

With tortured gait

A prowling mind

The injured wolf in fear

And seeking solace with blooded

Wounds and sore feet finds fight none-the-less

And in the ebbing

Vestige of a moonless sky

None to bear witness and none to embrace

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