the boar was only an afterthought
time stopped under your heels
& mine,
therefore transiting your ethereal gift
intravenously| to my ghostly soul
[symbiosis makes one psychotic,
sometimes…]
no matter, as if there was a stop to it
as if I’d ever ask for one
so barrels our [tunneling》 fate,
whimsically apathetic to consequence
for good or towards a trickster end,
calamitous
–LM
The Lexicon 