Fracture Incarnate - Jesse K. Ikker

Jesse K. Ikker Fracture Incarnate

Suppose yourself a spotted deer Within the realms of forest, Tracking immortality, Each mottle marking life -

You drift through thickets and groves Of liminal loneliness, Coiling streams without water’s end, Lost in silent boscage -

Until - a meadow finds your soul, Warming, rolling - Reminds you of home before birth, Life’s locus spent -

Suppose yourself a spotted deer Bare fur ripe for lives: Would you wander unknown woods, Or cling to who you are?

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Marie Taylor

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