(Not familiar with the Sevenling form? It’s one of my favorites. You can read all about it HERE. Fair warning: Addictive.)
Sevenling (I don’t want)
I don’t want to be an astronaut
floating in space, or an earthbound nomad
wandering the desert, surrounded by nothing.
I’d rather be lost in the woods, sheltered
by oak and elm and maple; growth so dense
it erases all horizons, stifles all evil echoes.
Put me back under my rock, please.