the dogs, biting the air at their backs as they fled from headlights, looking back at those eyes, a gaze that covered their world brilliant and blinding and wide, those canine tongues that lolled and panting lungs, the delicate ribcage shivers as they narrowly cleared the crossing that would nearly be their last, these dogs…

this mortal vessel betrays you, this temporary thing. it has failed, broken, you shout to quiet the voices within, the corrupt idols of your own creation that have made you this way, your sad bastard way about. where is the question now, the lines of reason having absolved the when and why of all bearing,…