a falcon, a cobra, a pedestrian and art of death
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a falcon
it swoops.
its eyes are
a pair of
visual images
of wildness.
its micro-mind
stretches into

voracious rapture
while soaring
with its prey.
a cobra

it wriggles
within the claws,
a closed space
for discharging
opposite energies –
to eat, to exist.

a pedestrian

the cobra slips out
and lands on his
shoulder. Winding,
it bites on his neck.
already a half-
carcass, it succumbs.
later, he too. a
meandering death –
from the sand,
through the air,
then downs straight
to his neck –
out of the blue.

art of death

death seems an
art in diversity.
ultimate charm
of creation is in
its abstract end:
many make it
awkward with
anxieties arising
from blood and
gold; a few, serene
through realization.

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