There
are wolves and they are near,
Legs
stiffen and
Jaws
gape
This. Always.
My
first decay
Come
sit with me
Here,
in virtual space,
Where
the sidewalk
Cracks
are tarred smooth-over
Cadmium
bereft
Retracting
the revolving
Tongue
of the spackled
String
Of
contracts and consequence
Predictive
swarms cluster forming
the
shape of dream
…and
as the howls echo in the distant background…I still perceive each note, as if
still beating within my chest
