do wild animals run from us
because they can smell death,
emanating from our pores?
is the rage they see in our eyes
named, spoken or unspoken,
or directed inward?
and the fear itself thunders,
as if in warning!
is that why we run from each other?
from ourselves?
what are we running to?
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