Lonely
Like a wolf, shot, wounded
A haven at cliff, under rock
Red blood draws line on snow
I'm silent
Mind busy, is storm is a gale
Raises dust rushes waves
Land and sea, heaven, God
Are absent
Eyes are worn, legs are numb
Stomach is howling no pillow
Death's vicious, surrendered
The thunder
Dark's Sky, everywhere a star
crystal cold, halo moon in cloud
World's dizzy; nausea, I'm gone
No wonder
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