Primal Urge

consciousness untouched for quite some time direct caress along the eardrum rattle rumble howl somewhere deep in the purple shade twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights searching pinning sensors gleaming, undulating it creeps beyond, seeking winding further, serpent of sound carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs faded, bent corners coming apart at the edges electric cry reverberating pierces the heart of silence falling into discord before everything resolves into march of ten thousand declinations inclined to debate decline to state what found the star beneath the broken gate? sometimes the darkness rises above twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption with a silver spear in its eye bleeding tears of indignation into the soil from which sprout dandelions dripping pus starlight crystallizes against the eye against ever knowing, you shield your face raising your arm to block out the light but it falls against your wall nonetheless battering, grasping, finally sliding away you hear the last pitiful plop as truth denied falls to the ground and you wonder whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner. Sometimes, watching the moon rise a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm a needful expectation borne of unknown roots laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner shivering the black air with their satiation sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center and the listener cannot help but think of venison, blood, and moonlight.