I am a wolf running in the night, my legs carry me faster than the wind.
Spirits mortal bodies die to teach me and lead the way, forcing me to
believe.
Open my eyes. I am awake. I understand.
Look around you; your head is like cotton, you don’t understand. You
whimper at the impossible.
I know the call of the wild.
Can you hear it?
It talks to me.
It can’t talk through your cotton head, and your cotton mind, always
thinking, seething, dreaming of infinitum.
It can’t dream with you, your mind is too eaten up, too devoured.
This is not the way of the dream, oh warrior one, dreaming up dreams
to see by.
Only you can reflect the past, in ways which are unseen, are you open?
Dreaming Seeing?
I can hear by your heartbeat and your warmth, you are ready to eat, to
feel, to devour.
I alone can call you to your rightful call, open your mind and hear you.
I call you, I eat you, I warm you. I complete you. I dine.
On your waste and eat you. I alone can breathe you and steal you. I am
the divine, opening you up to your calling. I awaken that which is
beneath you, in you and outside of you.
I look down and I pretend that I can’t hear you, because you call with
the broken wind of the raging race. I adore you, and yet I devour you.
You, my baby of the world. I provoke you and listen all at once, to
the same tune that your own ears listen to. But I am the World, I am
animal, I hear all that is to hear and I am much more to you then you
will ever know. I am past that which you have shared and past that
which you have adored, and will ever hope to reach when you are
playing on your throne. I adore you and I invoke you, seek out that
which destroys you. I awaken in your, all that ever could be and I ram
it down you like the breaking waters of the world, in full motion. I
beseech you; I ask of you, do now what I ask of you. For I am all that
will ever be, and I am all that I am to you. I am Me. Free and easy.
Can you come to me?
Open to me?
See me in thy night’s eyes?
Speak to me as you should and not how you would have if I was your
princess.
Not as a lamb, but as a ram. For I am all…all that will ever be, and
all that I can be. I am Canadian! Hehe.