the wheels
they have stopped
the gears have failed
no progress anymore
...
woke up in the mud
with weak limbs crawling
toward the water
too dirty to drink from
...
the pounding
the beating
the trashing
the kicking
...
chitter and chatter
rapid moving beaks
high up in the trees
sending and receiving
...
troy stoy looked up
stared at the ceiling
for so many hours
while in his mind
...
CLOSE THE EYES SLOWLY
AS THE COLORS DISAPPEAR
IN THIS NEW DARKNESS
IMAGINE ALL THE FEARS
...
Is it in this light?
that we exist
that we live
that we move
...
alive as she was
she kept on kicking
kicking shins and doors
and the screaming
...
pressing against
pushing it down
resisting the force
...