In a moment’s lapse
At times
I leave
Myself
I am not
Then
What I am thought to be
Elsewhere
I live
An echo from the past
Full moon
Silver night
Soft snow
Fresh tracks
Scented spoor
Quickened heartbeat
Rush of blood
Coursing
Within my veins
An instinct will not be denied
I breathe
The moment
A wolf howls
I wonder
Am I really me?
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