Caging ourselves shut,

Spying from distances high,

To find what fodder…

We unravel at the seems,

Retreat to look out at our worlds,

There we and find ourselves hunting,

Like wolves, primal, mating, feeding,

Find habits that feel like home,

There we nest and rest,

And together we go…

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