Bùzháo biānjì
Irrelevant
I howl in the night
Like a wolf
In pain
At the moon
For the hunger
Has taken a piece
Of me
Running up
The eye tooth
Through the bone
Of this face
On fire
Set aflame
Humanity
Running through
The blood
And bone
Lightning Flashing
Through the veins
Thunder
In the mind
&
Soul
Alone
As the rain
Roars down
Wind whipping
Me
Naked
&
Cold
Gripping to
Each Moment
In time
To Let go
Of the flow
Of life
On me
To drain me
Dry
Of who I am
In the agony
Of the hour
Of
The pain
I howl
Irrelevant
Ài
Namaste
Añjali Mudrā
Maharishi Déjà Vu
6.2015.11.27.03.03EST
