when the edge of hate
creeps inside
for no known reason
it is right to notice, to pause,
and to still oneself
searching and scowling
"is it you; or you... or YOU,"
it points inward
engage;
prepare to meet
an unbeatable foe
embrace;
unleash a rapacious power
that will feed on your soul
only poise, the quietest balance
a puff of down on the breeze,
a hawk hanging in the thermal,
kelp swelling with the tide's belly
can survive this passing visitor
take heed, for no one is immune
even the strongest
cannot best such might
only stillness, and breath
can transmute hate to love
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