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I am full tonight—no fear

of the random pursuing wolf.

What’s occluded in the shadows

holds no interest. For now, I am

content with what I know:

a static pattern, like the tidal

ebb and flow of my breath

as I sit peering into the dark.

Again, I circle back to a space

of reflection, to see, however dimly,

across the field I struggle through

during the blind heat of the day

to find redemption with myself.