twist, root-******
beneath the
warm soil of
the summertime

their teeth
scatter
like hopeless seedbeds for
a
fruitless, early harvest -
it's not summertime .

it's the heat-death of the
universe .

it's my\
ears

red and screaming
to be
hit with something

real.

Like intertwined serpentine vertebrae : in quiet respite after swallowing the largest part of the world,
The limbs hang
From
The
White calcified
Remains

Of the
City.

A phantom of
All.



A cocked
Gun.

A careless
Bed.


The

Discarded
Cathedral ephemera
Within
Us
Now.




The end.of a
Long
Song.

Is that when followed to its logical conclusion,

The shadows on the cave
Become corporate trademarks

And all of human thought and emotion
Becomes the very
Commodity, itself

To be bought, sold, and
Broken when failing to meet certain quality control
Standards

All aggressors think themselves, the
Victim.


We battle now for the center of the human
Heart

We find ourselves lost
At first,
Beside the newly widened
Outer
Walls

Theseus ,
Theseus .

But the Monster always arrives
Here
First.

Taunts me
Into
Unraveling waves

.


I seek
D i s c l o s u re
    inside your

Folding
    Pattern.of
[ wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww]

Man has his tools
Lion has his teeth
In the savanna
In the savanna

In the savanna of mankind

No one is stupid
And everyone knows just what
The other one
Has.

We are buried in their
Gardens .

We are wAnderers on the
Road.

It’s a new kind of spear://with a
Handle so long, you can’t see who’s
Holding it.

It is a tool for a crueler form of
Cowardice -

The ultimate goal of
Man.