Sunday, July 24, 2011

the burn and rise.

that wolf.
howling howling howling at me. howling howling howling for me.
that wolf. eats it up. eats it up. chews it rips it tears it up.
that wolf.

the clouds blew up yesterday and this crusted ceiling came right on down. landed in a boat full of holes she was meant to sink. light cracked in and screeched, just before leaving back up toward that cloud that blew up yesterday.

there's a monster. there's a monster all in this thing. it eats them up. growling growling so silently. that monster comes and goes and bruises bruises bruises viciously.

we're all the home. we're all the home.
for the hows and the whys and the burn and rise.
and the when.
the when.
the when.
we're all the home. for that screeching light and that broken ceiling and all our nonsense steps go clock clack brack hack right toward nothing. in circles we go. in circles we go.

that wolf.
howling howling howling at me. howling howling howling for me.
that wolf. eats it up. eats it up. chews it rips it tears it up.
that wolf.

and the non-i.

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