Undermining a river
at our own peril.
Seducing our destruction,
touching the terrible.
Elevating the excess
of our errors.
Bedding down
quite comfortably
in the bed
of the succubus.
The stag remains nimble.
The fish,
so quick,
and slick.
The fighter,
must be mobile,
learning
to manage the distance.
But, you and I
walk into every trap,
and when it springs shut,
we play the victim.
As if anyone is listening to us.
There are repercussions
for every thought.
We are not immune
to being caught
by science and nature.
DJR – 2022
