See myself,
cup of congealed blood
in shaded hand,
clouded leopard behind
in twilight
under broad leaves.
As always
what it means
is literal
in one phase
of this plane,
metaphorical
or nonsensical
in others.
The growl
of the cat.
Iron sour stink
of the cup. All the
gray light, shadows
moving slightly. The same
in whatever place
this is. All there is to do
is choose
between them.
Dark Matter 
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