Wolf

In these last few weeks since I last posted anything of substance there has been an

e b b i n g   &   f l o w i n g 

in my life and as I sit here feeling confused (yet resolved at the same time)

 I wonder what you'll make of this;

regret, in flakes cold and somber fall over choices made in hazy lamps glowing light

do we know what we are doing? I doubt it. 

we are just tumbling, tumbling
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                                                        m bl

                                                                     li             

                                                                         n         

                                                                               g

maybe if I loved you enough, maybe this dicrotic, necrotic heart-beating 

wouldn't have so easily broken us

but instead, we onward move through time and the spaces of our hearts

w            o             n             d             e             r              i               n             g

where do we go from here? I said, where do we go from here?

this is the point of going back, but never to the 

start
fast forward
and suddenly, the end is before us like a CLIFF
we are just falling, falling,  fa
                                               l

                                                      li 

                                                             n

   g

understanding 

escapes like a last breath

from between barely parted lips turned blue by rigamortis. 

lines, vulgar, we crossed much like eyelashes after sleepless nights

shared under secretly hidden, paper made stars. 

words, deeply cutting separate.

from dust did we come, and dust to which we return  it is to dust to which we remain, remain, remain.

fear, dulls our senses til we in a stuporous rage inflict insensitive attacks

arrows, flaming and destructive tear a way through the tangled vines we find ourselves wrapped in

we are beyond tangled, tangled, tangled
                                                   ta

                                                        n

                                                 gle            

                                               d         

                                                            up.  
dotted lines, on a map remind us that no matter which path we take, we're always walking in someone else's footsteps. each dashed and dotted marker makes memories resurface. we've been here before. 

l            i             n             g             e             r              i               n             g.