Instinct Cycle

[Miki Yamuri]

Instinct Cycle

Anchor slips.

Breath drops.

The world shrinks to a glowing nock.

Fingers relax String Release.

Impact.

The rage is Silence.

Again same shot Repeats

Until the range belongs to the sound

Of 24 arrows all finding the same home.

Silence rules as a single arrow embedded in the shafts of 23 others

Hand reaches to quiver only leather

All shafts split