(in which I do not use the letter 'e')
My days run too long, but
so captivating if caught
and hung on hooks,
small ways to kill my hours.
I cannot pay my own bail
out of this prison,
but I can go on safari:
shoot days down coldly,
watch as my victims
grow small and frail,
skittish with my hunting,
thin ghosts I cannot banish.
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