Mat,
a door.
The place where you want to stay,
and from where you leave
Everything behind,
and seek everything
unknown
in that great scape.
Escape.
Red capes that catch the eye
Of the bull
Enticing
it with arrows.
Spear head.
That lure of spectre.
Diamond in the ring.
Bull’s eye.
What you catch.
What you leave behind.
Based on Mark Snarski’s post from today:
“I like to leave a place as if I never stayed. In search of El Ojo de Buey.
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