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Author: huntingjonathon
ASL Info:    31/M/San Fran
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When does a deer
become just a deer
through the snow
for the millionth time
and stop in mid-stride

due to repetition;

knowing that for eons
a deer has been
just a deer


leaving imprints upon the face
of an earthy soil
to die alone,

like so many
that have lived before
never producing anything more
than the strides
of a living creature
limited by muscle production,

limited by the machination
of the code of species
that fails us all.

When does a deer
stand before the hunter,
lie down in the bush and decide
why roam
where so many thought they
had to go,

because I
am no different.

The fabric of time
depicts my movements
before I even decide
that I too
will lie down
to my fated demise.

-jonathon shank

Submitted on 2007-08-19 17:41:58     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Excellent work with this Jonathon
This write has almost a metaphysical feel to it
It makes one look carefully at their own life and see if they are on the right path
It was a Pleasure reading this
This really made me think
God Bless

Please if you get a chance Please take a look at some of my writes and let me know what you think
Thank You
| Posted on 2007-08-24 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]

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