Dogs 2015

WEAKENED ONE
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living

seemingly
thriving

in a
depeopled
void

feeling
superior

almost immortal

intimate
with the absolute
in a way
that the flocking
hoard
can never be

but eventually
the populated world
must be breached

you venture
out

looking down
upon their crowded
comfortable
groups

treading
the edges
of such cloying
humanity

let them
laugh
and wink
to each other
in knowing
ways

you know
better

you know
alone

but as soon
as one of them
puts forth
a challenging
face
all composure
is lost

you are flustered

defeated
by basic discourse

unpracticed
you lash out
in imbecilic
retorts

you flee

back
in your room
you realize
that these years
of isolation
have prepared you
for nothing

the only
way
to combat
your fellow humans
is to live
in the midst
of them

to mimic
their language
both verbally
and through
posture

to become
accepted
as family

think of it
as exercise

you cannot
strengthen that
which you do not
reinforce
with repitition

no longer
an outcast
you can
then
defeat them

defeat them
with the familiar

they will smile
as you plant
the knife

true solitude
can only be
earned
through fratricide

a cleared
battelground
the surest indicator
of victory

or simply
stay
home