...sought after...

hard wind along the edge
spent heart beating
a
few
more
beats
the sweat of a thousand thousand full speed steps
drowns the brow
and pools at the feet

the view from here
a tincture of rotten and the sublime
a fused
made up
sickened world
struck
by insanity unbeknownst save now
a fought for
sought after
paradise
of eaten flesh
and sand run out
to sink

wring the hands
and cull the dread into the corner where dread is culled
know from standing here

but do not say

we are all paper demons
tearing in the gale

-arf 07