cold blooded slaughter taken with escape
all the little crazies who feel their way,
through a darkness that’s opaque

I suddenly felt alignment
with the trees and the fuss
I rapidly feel the danger
of the rituals of the lust

prevented by the gentlemen
coasting through reason
with the sliding key
the lock and its rotation
around the wheel of trust

the turn around the center
the motionless point to escape
that little dark
place you so finely grace
and imitate