The shadow ate itself.
Dear darkness swarming, art in
flesh.
Visited at times, imagining
cleanness, with contradiction on highways:
Arteries
Ligaments
Bone & gut ….
Many imprints along the riverside.
Palms filled with sediments.
They will chase once it’s known. The
Great Discomfort
Becomes the Great Harassment.
Asking for trust!
Making nonchalant vows, topaz
caves, desperate upheavals, uphill
Abandonment, faced by treachery.
Africa has challenged existence,
Jerusalem has knitted reality,
Those woods are made for spirits.
Malaria
was ramped. Caimans were copious, abundant hunters,
Chiseled
in parts, aloof to skies, worshiping interior, growing
Wiser,
to a fault.
They will chase once it’s known. They
will attack, though they
Possess the Great Ghost.
