from fears, like listening to news
coming down fast from moon ripped
from blood in a torture.
I have this isolated howl, from being broken
like Adam, his ants crawl like mountains
up and up in my mind.
I get no release from the pressure, deep
in my head, for weeks and weeks it simmers
like a dead horse.
I need that to ease, that pressure.
I want to be clear and light, like wind
blew away my heaviness, like a Sun.