the beast is a quiet desperation.
secret, silent, stealthy.
you are opaque.
inside, he paces restless.
he screams, hurls himself on the wall.
outside is a pool.
once in a while, a wave shakes the surface.
could be the wind. perhaps? then all is calm.
words are ripples on the water.
twin edged. disguised.
the flowers on the water's edge
are learning to pretend. pretty masks of paper and wood.
on the other side of the mountain, is unreachable,
now. a yesterday. a way of life. gone.
inside the beasts heart is freezing
he hates your naiive little joys
make no mistake. the beast wants you dead.
the beast has no logic. he wants the world to end.
the sky is blue. the sun is warm
everything. so far away.
the ground is a bed. a bed of knives.
the knife is knowing what you want.
desire is wing broken bird.
a weaver. spins stupid dreams of love.
steel are the bars of the cage
rock hard impotence, made of fear.
ambition is a dream of freedom for the beast.
if the cage could be leaped, he could be calm and strong.