lingering lonely life
where does it come?
the break in between the movement and the madness
is the fear of breath, of life and death
there is no unmoving only steps
of chaos tumbling
makeshift shelters guard from winds
ripping at baseboards
they can't stand forever, kludged together
with old screws and bent nails
in the light of camp fires
heat off of friction grinding gears
the notmoving is where the stories breed
jumping through lip and mouth
carrying messages brainward synth
shared meaning twisted feeling
gathering the rim of rippled steel eye
unquiet might, dignified
or dijected firm
wyrm laughter
wolf candor
night whisperer
tongue twisted
glow stoking mind evoking
mother lore that leads to knowing
the new teachers preach being beyond walls
where cracks are our tunnels out of tombs
cement alchemized from gravel produced
by twisting rusty drills and endless mattock work
chiseling to freedom from the bound strucktures of power
language nymphoid developing fetus growing within us
and through oriphace to gather and spred seed
the myth is the language of old ways and new becomings
without heart ember fire goes out
but easy to find, we create with every breath,
every thought evolves the wink
all rhyme no reason
the puzzle fixes open if you sit with them
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