I will watch you explode
from standing here.
what am I?
I will send you these thoughts
from afar.
who am I?
I have seen the dark at night
with the inside
out and its promises of dark glory
and communion.
who is this
that spoke to me of years ago...
the whirling spirals of desire
I\'ve never had the guts
to feed.
who am I
to assume at goodness?
of shells that mean nothing ?
of worms here in this dirt?
or of you or of me?
so let us tell the stories.
I think we know more
than a trifle about the hunger
the shadow about the glow
the covens of the mind
the dirty little places
that we walked without God
in the heart of the Blackhole Disease
where the breeze whispers too
like a backhanded slap.