Poem 370








I distill..
not just to thrill,
but to preserve.
Flesh to bone
and Geist
to Word.

For, The Lion’s potency
lies not in pouncing
like a little kitty
on first whim..
The Lion’s potency
lies in observing
keenly..
sitting still..
before delivering
the lethal strike.

What is The Lion
to The Camel’s eye?
A mortal enemy..
before The Lion
slays The Dragon
and grows up..
to be The Child.

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