We know how to fall in line
with laws, language and habits.
Within the keep the tiny
window conjures expanses:
a wide-ranging view to take in
while you stay well out of reach.
I came on a badger out walking,
convulsed in its rigor mortis.
Today it was part of the wisdom
that lingers for all who pass.
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