calling softly
from a cave
i repeat my own inconsistencies
in private splendor
as it should be
violence comes a calling
simple and beautiful
thing of oneness
at the entrance to rock
pausing
it repeats the method
and I am swaying in blurry
dizzy gray spinning haze
at the very voice of it
now curling in reduction
I retreat from it now
losing interest goes away
right on the tail is apathy’s daughters
like sweet muses waiting
and tempting fate