The free fall...

The hunters gathering around

The buffalo

On the walls of some primitive cave

Primitive but stark

So close to reality of

Now

That I merged

Blood

Trickled out

With each spear – finding its mark

And Dislodging

Each drop that fell

On me

From me

Sapping my strength

Loosing my space

On the ground

The circle drew closer

Closing in on me

Overhead the God’s Smiled

Along with circling Hawks

And

I went for a free fall.

Om Namah Shivaya

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