I met a headless fox to-day

in a field of fog and endless dream,

when day discovers dusk and

sun seeks solace;

she spoke to me,

in ghastly golden chimes

'please come no nearer' and I

listened, for I

worshipped

safety and I

worshipped

stagnancy; and yet,

I wonder

whether or not

I

would be 

happier

if

I 

hadn't.