Fracture Incarnate

Suppose yourself a spotted deer

Within the realms of forest,

Tracking immortality,

Each mottle marking life -

You drift through thickets and groves

Of liminal loneliness,

Coiling streams without water’s end,

Lost in silent boscage -

Until - a meadow finds your soul,

Warming, rolling -

Reminds you of home before birth,

Life’s locus spent -

Suppose yourself a spotted deer

Bare fur ripe for lives:

Would you wander unknown woods,

Or cling to who you are?