Game of One 

Shimmering 

I will describe you as that

I will not name you

I don’t believe even you know

Your nature

You could be the willow, leaves dancing with the wind

I’ll accept no refuge from you 

Are you the oily-coated wolf, moving stealth beneath the moon

I will not run from you 

If you be the gravitational pull, with billions held captive

Watch me defy you

And shimmer too

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