Arkain21

Oh, to be the deer! To know my last leaps of sublime vibrant grace will be forgotten like clouds To die here while the world is still beautiful This is where we, men, came from: hunt and wilderness and all things wild and wilderness Rising cliffs jutting into the feathercloud haze of my mind Like the smoke and the fire come to warn us of where time will hurtle us to Yellow light of time sparkles on the stones Kill me now, hunter, while I am still free and pure! I am a deer painted by a man who can see the future Kill me now before I am a painting of something your children will never have seen A dream of a memory of chained technici