to get low upon knees, to become
the mantis, most curious about the demons. to shift in motion the plague of
insecurities, if to find some location in surety. the dance between planets,
anxious to have being, alive, it’s been the creature of the shadow. you
seem so intent—i’ve caused a scar—such furious justification—the dam broken,
the skies shattered, the safety is in mercy—so precarious! you have reasoning,
so beyond normality, too evolved to find peace.
so crazed the latest memories, like
symbols of war, finding our souls back in the kitchen. the cooking, the
seasonings, the defrosting, marinating, boiling, and thawing out.
something churns, so much in
adrenaline, such pictures in spaces, falsification by an interior design.
through a small hatch, walking
towards warmth, or so cold the depth is vengeance; and over there, the firm
weather, so interior, it must hibernate. the salience underground, those
feelings unjustified, the mind chases the heart.
last to notice, first to agree, in
a land cautious to guide itself.
