Twitch MacTweakquirk looks over his shoulders so nervous
ly and speaks so loud, he walks in the center of the pack and tries to prove he's within the norm
, he isn't the eye of the storm just a minute tragedy
, he is a disaster in the making. Another soul
spitting sick smoke
so black and yellow, spinning downward
, falling from flight despite his known ability to fly
. But his ungracious
fall ends peacefully, feet first.
He watches the universe
takes a bath,
or in the meteor shower
his life just stumbles
through the twisted jungle that is his habitat, comfort like a massive hatched smashedin his back, skull split and cracked, but it's just another wild illusion, psychopath
, like a lab rat
gripping these institutional bars, the cage
he lives in is his nation
. A space station refugee, or native earthling, he feels the natueal pull of seasons birthing fall summer and spring.
But the story switches from allegory to fable
in the short stint between birth
and maturity, thus begins the sacred search for purity
"He worries me,"
Her eyes hurt so badly
ing for love
when she didn't have any.