"To the wolf, to the wolf"

‎"To the wolf , to the wolf

Like the stalking of stoic sentence,

the rapture in these still beating palms.

Hesitant disregard by formality,

lifting emphasis, worn out.

Ill commotion, the lavished condition, 

setting back hands that break

time, it's re inventive stabs of made up leisure, 

corrosive trickles of misused conundrum.

Like faceless moments of uncommon goals,

our minds flock bequeathed under the scorching of reinitialization, 

ticks and tocks of luckless nothing.

We wait for the dirt to seep through the wound.

Because to the wolf, to the wolf.

Written By Adam Guerra

Posted 06/08/12