I am the rabbit with a habit of hiding from a sly fox
I am the fox amongst the rocks escaping the savage dog
I in the fog am the dog looking for refuge from a cruel master
I the master run faster to escape disaster of a castigating law
I am the law hiding under the skirts of a blind woman with a balance and sword, searching for reward of a rabbit hole found by a sly fox who hides from a hound made vicious by a cruel master that fears disaster and what he saw in the law
And in this burrow the ouroboros finds and swallows its tail
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 24th, 2026 03:18
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- In collections: Balance, Justice.
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Comments1
fine write friend, each line stepping into next with precision
Thank you Norman for your read and kind comment it is deeply appreciated
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