Is your mania a character?
Does it have something to say — to
need, am I reading it wrong?
What is the centre of the hurt
from which you sway to and fro
The tiny kernel of your largest,
deepest, most
unsatisfying darkened distress?
When you hear the howls, do your
ears perk up for opportunity
A friend, your kin, or the
invitation to your next meal.
Sit with the sensation that
consumes your nerves, your tendons,
the tendrils of innocence and longing.
Feel a rage you hold inside your
fine bone china heart. Know that
tomorrow, no matter what you believe
tonight, the wind will whisper to
the treetops — and they will
respond and wave hello.