“the pattern is so unreadable you might as well draw a chain of fox heads on sticks, and if you do that, an interesting thing happens, the word cruel starts flashing”
I search for divinity, wheel towards trivial
instinctivenesses, those that haunt me in
my sleep
gain gigantic weight
then lengthen in abrupt
mania
during daylight… The first hours of open-armed dusk, then the
merciful succeeding of
dawn
wondrously undercover this upcoming wreckage; none
of the putrid quality permitted to leak through, only
the soothing sound of birds
going about their own far more purposeful business than I - who
feels already a little restrained
although cleverly tries to
deny
it, revealingly
gaze out the windows of mine, cover my heavy head
with the curtains, espy upon anyone who ever might
as early a morn walk by,
Disguised as pitifully as
I have professed in,
I wonder if the Pure and the Truthful
beats the breath out of their
third mate Righteousness so
bad,
that it refuses to get up from its bed without a
body-guard - for
is not jealousy the most basic human emotion,
recognizable in wild life - like
lions, in
other less vitally
-built
animals
even?



