over these bones the pebbled and pronged feet alight at intruders calling, gripping the air. over these bones the shrill lament echoes swerve about the hlls, go dancing through the land. over these bones, the ones and ohs go trembling on, nameless protocols stretched to infinity. over these bones the white sky like paper, vibrating,…

he moves with a purpose that which has a craving, a secondary agony. catching the edges of curves and gaining momentum in grand sweeping arcs, following a loop that originates and terminates in a dopamine race whose quiet little tracts are alight with anticipation and drowsy timeless hours. he feels the bumps and breaks in…