outtings come to bust and extends my legs to walk and discover new foot steps
erasing shadows as one building passes another
new thoughts and feelings. feelings of hope. feelings of winter.
dead with the old, alive with the new.
crushed sinew drips down in waves, my thoughts of violence erratic, but not spontaneous
promptly brought to my knees. drag it to neck level and don't give it a kiss.
it's one swift blow is well intentioned and deserving.
for what i would do for a passive aggressive moment. such revenge. such sweet deserved revenge.
but hold not astray for too long. we may forget where we're from. we may copy the enemy. we must be careful to not copy its movements, for one day we may end up just like him.
in my last days i've seen many things to blast the rooftops from houses
but yet we stayed. finally we'll go. a better life. a better home.
