ay me, the words blocked by ferocity
sinews twist the sanity away
the lungs hack with ferocity
and I can see no way
to maintain any thread of creation
dwindling ferocity in these cold nights
has found its way into the dregs
of creation
feeble twists of the wrist
eke panic out of eye sockets
restful in all forms of frenzy
heavy cheeks fall onto the ground
and cavernous with dead weight slip out of touch
without much of anything magnetic
poles do not track fear of falling
this sore stomach is made not of polar ice
rather, it is bleeding with iron
anemic for beautiful breath
