Zebra
Victor Grauer
Imagine yourself in a pitch black cellar with a zebra --
Imagine a zebra wading in a shallow sea of blood.
My zebras graze
Cloud and stars
Moon and sea
Sun and stone
Rain down on rainy days
Run gently down the panes
Fix fast and blaze
In the cellars of the liquid mines.
My zebras, liquescent, fluid
Never caged
Are birds and skies
Windows and views
Nations and flags
Depths and mirrors
Burn in my eyes.
Nothing without
Nothing within
The soul on the skin.
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