PROMPT: "Hobby"
I KNOW NO HOBBY BETTER THAN SLEEP
(for St. John of the Cross)
It is only called sleep--
It is rapture.
It is where the deer
goes in search of her
stag who lies wounded,
high on the mountain,
next to green waters.
The stag burns.
His wound is red.
The skin is transparent
over his ribs so that the
clenching heart is seen.
Soon, he will be cooled by
the ecstasy of her flight.
The hobby completes.
I am deer and stag, both--
the two have but one feeling.
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