people often say
they are haunted by life
I am too
but she is not in the shadows that follow me
she doesn't whisper in my ear
the sins of my past
the possibilities of my future
such people are h u n t e d by life
I h u n t life
the very figure of life
she is wild
like a mare
she is flashing ahead of me
like bolts of lightning
she is everywhere I am not
she is tossing her mane on the horizon
I can see her
but I will never make it to her in time
it is the experience of life that I h u n t
in all the wrong places
I h u n t
in buildings, in streetlights, in the eyes of people
what would it be like
to ride on her back
yes, I h u n t her daily
I don't want to die
before I've had one ride
-from Nie
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