What line can be drawn and what is its weight. A line shooting out to the horizon, drawn in real time, faster, faster, bisecting the sky and ground, and in the tiny crack that forms I am squeezing by, stepping through, into a new space of desire and fullness. I grow large in space, inflating to a thousand times my size, I am a benevolent moon now dangling thousands of miles away and overhead. I am beyond your grasp and that is the point. You yearn for me or something like me. You thought you saw a shape that filled a hole. You struck out and tried to grab but I escaped, like the rabbit that was luckier this time, that heard the owl’s beating wings and knew where and how to run. Now shivering in my burrow, releasing fear from my nerves, I peer out to see your shadow. Go hunt elsewhere. I do not begrudge you your hunger. Go draw blood elsewhere, you shall not taste mine today.
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