I listened.
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.
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