hyenas hunt in packs
they dog the lion’s stride
but you slid between the light
erasing straight edged lines.
You taste like danger
fur my tongue with dark reflections
scar the clear cut certainty of mapped becoming
this drug that writhes within our veins
has no exits , no green escape clause.
There is no civilisation
just mythic tale that twists it’s own conclusion
we’re paralysed by fortunes wheel
trying to get a grip
clinging to a rail that dips beneath disintegrating fingers .
hyenas hunt in packs to dog the lion’s stride
but you slid into my light
hung there like a Christ
begging for his Madonna .
There is no explanation
no solid slab of will or won’t
only mythic tale that twists it’s own conclusions
two raging Gods brought face to face
manacled to some far flung quest
straining against this cosmic leash
devouring their own tails .