On Stalking............

The voice

A voice from the far side of the vacuum:

To observe the obvious and leave me alone,

Your calls are not welcome and your

Constant messages are filled with self pity,

The blank look of implied concessions.

The love I have is mine to create and give

There are no coercions here, the bastion -

The night of light and simplicity of one

Are not won over, not twisted to new form.

Cast your shadow elsewhere, call off the wolves

Get thee to a nunnery, an abbey, a retreat,

And let your mind run wild there on meditations

That might clear your smoke and transgressions.

A voice from the far side of the vacuum.

The stalker

From your demeanor I get - what can I do?

Do nothing.

How can I change things, How can I control?

Go away is what you can do, control is negation.

Go away.

Let it go, you cannot control,

You can only arm and harm.

This is not the path for anyone,

Tunnel vision is for missiles,

That target and kill.