A red tailed hawk crashes 
brain first
into the reflection of a hill 
— stunned ~
— awoken ~
— perched ~
~ preyed ~
free. 

Cycles of semblance
obstruct perspectives of truth
as we 
slowly piece away 
the masks of make believe, 
approaching the inner
border of infinity.

The eyes shout danger
louder than talons,
six two-inch warnings
of the terror hiding 
behind shocked lids.