Finding

And i find
That i am meant alone for finding
The grace to lose
gifted
But the will to want Away
Never existed

Dogs feel the barking
And see the warm marrow
They feel the tension steel their jaws
But for fear
They remember cunning
They feel the running
And feel the warm burrow
They feel caution tatter veins
With the bile of insane

And we find a fear here
In a lost corner of our wit
But only when it steels us
Then grace to lose permits