I will be the monster and you can be the forest where I
am the shadow. and you and I will not have to speak because
we will already understand. how it all got there and what it is
that makes it crash so soundlessly and suddenly. I don't have to be
the light between your sheets positively reeling. not while you are
3000 miles east of the west coast. peel back your notations of
fairness and well moonfaced crimes of entitlement and drown
all the "comes homes" in your goddamn sea! you do not
have to return to capture me. I am agents t the wall already.
they have me in their sight, and they move in slow.