my kin, the wolf

“again,” she says, “why do you long for sleep?”
“so i can run again, my kin, the wolf.”
“your legs are still,” she says. “you cannot walk, or leap –“
“but near your den, i can, my friend, my dream.”

the fear can be the majesty at times;
as every day, she’s passed by in the street
by those who do not need a chair to move
and who’re adjudged to be at least complete

“again,” she says, “why do you come to me?”
“for with you, i am whole and i am free.”
“but you must face the world. it is your trial -“
“my kin, the wolf – just let me stay

  a while…”

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