Noise and Strife

To seek the delirium of your ravage, the polestar for your bronze winds.

To be lascivious, to be enclosed in your shoals.

To seek your unconscious geography. Your still altar.

To be near your source when I am unsourced.

To taste your oil and fever ... to be thinker & feeder.

To your ruined pools & acorns under the snow. I have no other food.

Your groves & okie doke hills.

Untie a bow

Unite a row

Night allow

Right now

I am an unkempt beast near

soothe of your tongue stroke my bones

until I am close to your shape, substance, & mind.