Fenced off from harsh realities

Certainties of death and taxes

Uncertainties of love and happiness

melt and slip away, as snow on rain

no purchase to gain

drains back to whence it came

The day of the game awaits

Tiger at the gates of this decade’s apex

Fading context finds final focus, flexes joker’s gaze

From the haze springs the hunter

Wings beat amongst the ash

Burn and slash soon to pass

His courage, the wheat

His sorrow, the chaff

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