Arktos

I’m not sure what finally convinced me that
It was good

if the reigns are the Lion’s Den
or the pant extenders.
All I know is that now I’m stuck slaying dragons
with a child’s plastic sword.

There’s enough blood to trust I’m
surviving.

I search for Big Bear-
My arktos.
His nose points to Polaris
My north Star.

I’m handed a sword
Of truth
Just as I exhaust of battle,
You remind me it’s only begun.

You severed the cord as your hand
pulled away.
Gasping- I’m reminded of the life

In your blood.

All I knows is that
It is good


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