Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

Wounds suppurate and fester; lesions across the...
barely stretch across a relentlessly churning...

Bestriding the cliff’s great precipice
talons stained red with elephant flesh...

For any man who
wishes to chase the sun...