running alone through grey fog
feeling sharp like followed preyof the day; a deer with a hunting vest
redshirt with a tricorder you thought
they'd make of you a hunterto the distant drone
whose haze now retroreflects, trapping
you in your own light, spotted you sweat,
prodded you smile and raise your hands
prodded you smile and raise your hands
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