I am tight and hidden
in a covetous wood
gnawing at my own
ankles; waiting
for the crack of sap
in the spring and
ice on the lake
breaking in waves
against the shore.
I am an avalanche of
intention.
I know just what you
are.
SILENCE WILL BECOME US
I am tight and hidden
in a covetous wood
gnawing at my own
ankles; waiting
for the crack of sap
in the spring and
ice on the lake
breaking in waves
against the shore.
I am an avalanche of
intention.
I know just what you
are.