Riding the storm out deep inside of me
hiding in all darkest corners so it will not whiplash me backwards out there to be grabbed by those entangled webs of all fear,

And so I dig deep burrows so that I can just play dead there inside of each deepest hill
and stay down inside of there and not even blink

For those eyeless eyes of that storm shall strike deep here within each silken thread that I have tied ten thousand knots in just to survive.

jo.