scraps of memory, condensed down to sweating seconds of fevered scriblings: drunken ramblins on love and loss, gods and beasts. just more scrawlings on the cave wall, left to be buried in corners, forgotten, beneath hours, ash and dust...
later, re-discovered, re-collected, re-connected
re-worked...
... sun spat-out birds, broken beaked,
dying in my hands...
...a little blood and blue-black tears
running down, in between...
confessions of gods and demons crawling across the lawn....
(r to x rated at times), but ultimately, honestly,
just more arrhythmic beatings
of another trembling child's heart.