The blind night-leopard rider:
Kindred-voiced – of the twilight,
taken far into the woods.
We are running from the same
questions – that we chase.
The lamps bleeds for what?
The land? Paths – unhidden… why?
We are hunting the sound.
Laser-fire in the pitch?
The sound of an island’s flight?
We are ripping – we are plundering.
Seeking a treasure
in the middle of nowhere that
no one knows exists
Blind rider becomes leopard-voiced
Night-leopard becomes a poem