serpent stealth. i met you
on the arctic periphery
(not surprising that i'd wind up there)
here it is. a chaos intoxicating,
a full-scale thwarting
a toppled tower of Babel
pierce me - like a tarpit
anchor me - like a diamond
reflect every mistrust and
uncertainty that life affords us
breathe...
quiet me.
i have talons and have spent years shrieking,
harpie-like
i crave noise more deafening than my own
(i am never cold enough)
at least let me burn
to fend off those who would wish
me their prey.
which kind are you?
it's a pulse. kinetic. terror/fervor.