they circle in the Wallow
too often
they scatter the
striking illuminate of living
breath
too often
they race - pounding
the concrete in stark
incentive-pounding pavement
without a hitch they strain subtracted of sentience
too often
the Wallow rises to stand- the whirlpool to suck, inhale, and swallow breath scattering ashes voluminous unexplored
ephemra lived particles shimmering as
fireflies; silver slivers of life flickering in the blowing void, the whisper of unwallowed- winds, of love postponed, of laughter repressed, of change continuous -
of life surrendered in sorry exchange for inertia in the
Sirened, wanton, call of the Wallow
too often
