with fire in mind,
with a hole in the wall,,
with the power of breath-at the grave of my dust.
with a blast in the ears,
with heart inside ribs -
WITH EYES OF THE FEAR ON THE GRAVE OF MY DUST.
with the desire to stay alive through the rest of the day
I look at the branches and all around,,
with the hope that the day will come for willow weding guest -
Never Back Down +