maelstrom great waves of gossamer drift beneath smog singed skies the needles of cold hover above skin the needles beneath gestate in marrow gathering in veins pushing through flesh blood writhing to escape and take refuge in those low flying dreams dreams meant for beasts i am one of those beasts
the wind carries forgotten memories to places yet unseen to be exhumed at times no one wishes and the ones remembered have no say and the ones remembering have no say in time i wish to be unremembered to give refuge to those caught in smog singed skies carrying gossamer to places where no one wishes for their blood to be taken