Thou Dog

 

Thou dog,
my soul from ages past,
utterly transformed
by a lightning blast.

Thy bark
disturbs me to the core.
I feel that I am wandering
in the past once more.

Thy dreams
gnawing at a bone
distract my idle thoughts
of being all alone.

But most of all the look of Thee,
glaring down eternity,
unafraid of why or how,
knowing but the Way of now.

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