rabbit’s heart

rabbit heart

so close.

i would make the case
that my rabbit heart
is sacred

but i know a lost case
when i see one.
success and failure,
what are the odds
for one or the other.
sometimes you just know.

my rabbit heart
is scared,

a fool’s heart,
no more.

but at least
it admits
to being a fool,
scared of the shadow on the wall,
scared of the whisper in the dark,
like don quichotte
it is yet willing to fight
against windmills.

because not to defend
what is sacred
against the shadows
of your own imagination
would be erraneous.

among those shadows,
camouflaged as doubt,
lies a shadow
cast by someone
who considers
rabbit heart
a good dinner.

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