listen now, wrinkling husk of the wheat:
now or then, it did not matter, but forgone, it comes back around again.
come down out of there, now. tend to that mess before supper – no chance to get out of the house, again.
the disarray! standing, splayed - overgrown, lonely, half-awake.
blasted, or washing away. words aplenty, nothing to say.
through his night where even demons find the story mundane, starving for knowing before dew and the shakes