Surfaces lie.
Smooth and perfect,
Hiding what scampers
Below.
Clear paths offer
Direction through,
And around,
Undisturbed landscape.
Field mice tunneling in snow.
Water sliding beneath ice.
Rabbits huddled in holes.
Feelings under a face.
Trading in my combat boots
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