Wolf

Before the drugged fog cleared I'd embraced the notion of dreams No more an inky black retreat make my rest a proscenium for some nascent ideal self or a phantasmagoria unweighted unchained from the wheel But every night, it's the same Fractal Failures of daily life Endless pursuit Fear, helplessness, anxiety, and guilt

swollen with venom delay living by this wide margin yet this marginal decay affects those currently rotting blessed be the mound let it seethe piece by brick by block carry your own enigma forth let not wisdom be denied wasteful worry will kill the path

cascading insecurity bewilders no, betrayal! fear breeds reflexive treachery decreed by blood arbitrary differentiation ignites sacred identity reigns entitled. perpetuate.