K is for kudos
that sullen hunger to be praised
personally by God
that face in the private chapel
raised to the arching dark
illuminate, its features flickering
with violence, bliss, ambition, nausea, grace, 
that hunger to be loved 
miraculously
hunting the meadows
my horse's legs lost in dawn,
oh my Lord, 
my neck was not prepared
to catch this blade
merely by living
in a larger pile of rocks
my life, the fox
disappearing in the ferns

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