The hunted and the hunter where both are prey and predator.
Each drinking and transversing the grounds. Both animals- the human, the animal, the man.
Your thirst leads you to municipal waters. Mine to the land.
That is not my freedom to consume the wares. That is not my exploration, but mere indecency. The acts are not indecent it’s the laying down with the leper by way of guzzling the products sold and seen in your hands.
As you run through the streets naked, there you will not find me for I am in the forest with my lover.
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All are predator and prey as well.
Challenging read. Thnx
Yes we are and in many ways. Glad you enjoyed it.
Interesting read, thank you
😁
Deep...
Thanks. Hope you got some meaning out of it.
Very deep - much to think on!
I’d be interested to hear your interpretation.
I felt a strong vibe of searching - looking for what really belongs to you - not being hunter or hunted by others. Sorry if I am wrong!
Thanks John. That’s a really good interpretation actually. And to be honest, don’t be sorry even if it was off from what my thought were when I wrote it. To me, that’s the point, the reader finding their own meaning in the words. And to process my thoughts for me. I want to see what other people see.
Thank you!
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