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For Terri Schiavo

Posted on 2005.04.01 at 18:24
The Panther

His gaze with the passing of bars
grown tired, holding only emptiness.
It is to him as though there be a thousand bars
and behind those thousand bars, no world.

The soft gait of gentle yet powerful strides,
that turn in ever smaller circles,
is as a power dance around a center
in which a great will stands benumbed.

Rarely does the pupils' heavy curtain lift --.
Silently allowing an image to enter,
pentrating this void carried by wearied limbs --
quickly it is lost within his heart.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1907)

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