Spilling out and spilling out and spilling out

But holding everything in, pulling in, sucking it all in and wrapping your body

in the curtain of what mismatched mish-mash you managed

to not create but collect and assemble

until it molds to you.

You. Never changing since birth when you were

a pure soft thing

Now, living in new places, addicted to change

keeping the body fresh and mind rustled alive

tickling your skull, tapping your shoulders, slapping your forearms

begging to not let the plague of others and follies

weigh you into that bubbling, sinking despair

....

if we can drag our bodies from the slick-sludged soup

and crawl, dripping, through the clouded woods

and up the ravine, into the fog

through the lost doom of not knowing

if we can brave out the trials just long enough,

I know there will be that clarity, when we reach the peak

And look over the heavily shrouded mess

towards something in the distance..

There is freedom to be had, but we have to get away from each other

People will eat us alive along the way, condemn us as

pathetic pilgrims on a pointless journey

calling us out in plain hate, but have eaten only plain hate

and never tasted the colors of a fresh and brand new Life

They that warn us time and again,

are too trapped and weak to pull apart the jaws

of their own shackles

...

They that we love

who then betray,

I have yet to understand.

There's something inexplicable here; betrayal is the worst of human hurt.

who must do the most grievance: betrayer or betrayee?

and how long does it take? a day or a lifetime?

Here's a story:

Somewhere there was a wolf, alone

On a mountaintop he howled to the moon

Somewhere else, more wolves heard the howl and also howled

further still their howls were heard, stretched across the hills

until more wolves howled, and more wolves howled, until

in a wide-open din of musical countryside discord

the foothills erupted in a collective wolf-howling extravaganza

under long-lit trees and dark & moonlit greens

all bristled, shook, and grew a little.

---

Then slowly the howls began to fade

and whole wolf groups dropped out

until there was one last pup left howling alone at nothing..

Right then he looked up, saw the moon for the first time in his life

and went silent