Fishing for piranha

Snakes stingwolves bitehyenas hunt in packsthey dog the lion’s stridebut you slid between the lighterasing straight edged lines.You taste like dangerfur my tongue with dark reflectionsscar the clear cut certainty of mapped becomingthis drug that writhes within our veinshas no exits , no green escape clause.There is no civilisationjust mythic tale that twists it’s own conclusionwe’re paralysed by fortunes wheeltrying to get a gripclinging to a rail that dips beneath disintegrating fingers .Snakes twinewolves howlhyenas hunt in packs to dog the lion’s stridebut you slid into my lighthung there like a Christbegging for his Madonna .There is no explanationno solid slab of will or won’tonly mythic tale that twists it’s own conclusionstwo raging Gods brought face to facemanacled to some far flung queststraining against this cosmic leashdevouring their own tails .