Run

my 

invisible self

is saying

run

the wolves

are too close

to the door

the waves

and the rocks 

are all about you now

pour your blood

into the bowl 

and rise, phoenix 

in flight

the arrowing up

of the last 

star of the self

is the only way

to slide

out from the 

endless night 

Diana statue by Augustus Saint-Gaudens

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