Upon the throne of epistemology

Fixed. postured.

Grave center of orbit and web

//

I reside here, too

But transfixed in benighted groves ringed in steepest rock.

//

the dark-

proud and anxious fawn

Chased by the dogs of unknown masters

//

Through gaps you’ve been seen

However blurred in movement

And altered by heated air

//

Screams from the forest-

I hope rustled your hair.