To Spirit...

To spirit, flesh and blood seem strange, 
To flesh, spirit seems absurd, 
It doesn't seem to be arranged;
To spirit, flesh and blood seem strange.
The prey halts, sensing danger, 
The raptor sees his prey has stirred—
For him, mercy would seem strange
To one, for whom death is absurd. 

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