the scent of closeness,

carries with it the tumid

space of animal nature.

edges encountering edges in

brilliant survey...some will

surpass others for survival.

matters of all stripe will inform

the balance, you're fully committed...

there's no way out.

no way in.

dig deep, then dig deeper...forget

flesh--bone is only the beginning.

we eat ourselves alive, as well as

others.

bones are the impartial memory of that

hunger...continuously recoated with

flesh till that hunger's no more.