“then we move like tigers on Vaseline” — D. Bowie
Guitars waiting on stage:
trees around a clearing,
glorious hazards
waiting there.
Evokes
a forest rife with
stealthy predation,
camouflage, danger on ice.
Suggests
the existence
of a treated
jungle floor,
big cats
disturbed but adapting,
beginning to enjoy
gliding about.
Regret nothing,
pray for no one here.
Sliding about in darkness
is freedom.
Dark Matter 
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