Before the Foal - Yautja

Too well read to know my name

The cart before the foal

To strangle and the rot

Left empty on my side

Frenzied sprint towards a door

Led down a hall with no end

The lack of color and light

Made that moment last months

Seasons turn

Mouths agape

Count the hours

Mix the paint

This collection of interselves

Compulsion

A stagnant pile

Limp back and find relief

This collection of interselves

Cross section reveals

A flood of narcissism

Limp back and find relief

Illusion of stasis

Limp back and find relief

Envelopd in methodology

Limp back and find relief

Cross sction reveals