trails lead past the property line in my mind with scabs and burning eyes. desires dig deep and echo like children screaming - a slight change of intonation and it turns to laughter and games - the audible emotion under a july sky in it's prime. i'm a lone cat lurking in a garden of dogs - pouncing at dreams while i'm waking - feeling if i shut my eyes for just one moment i might miss it - or wake up blind. the wind blows and the kids fall silent - i continue looking for my home - my vision - but with no passing. tonight the crocodile weighes my heart with a feather - and there will be no rest till the dark matter inside of me is gone.