i am ox – and something new this way comes

New.

Something new that attaches to my senses.

Rustles in the reeds, smells mixing with the damp rotting woods.

 Small, brazen, lumbering through my space

without rhythm or rhyme in breath and step.

If this is the seeking, how uncouth!

Graceless meaning merciless.

New. 

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