Cooking fat to feed the institutionalized
Arms hinged by arms healing nerves of the concerned
No thought of consequence of falling up town brothers
Wolves dangling slices of trickery in the mouths of pups
Pulling us deeper and deeper into the den with no light
Igniting imagination of a construct resetting minds to infancy
Departing youth, revisiting nothing briefly
Awakening stupefied to a truth, not the truth but a truth
No longer in need but want. stinging tastes numbed to the nerve
Questions of vulgarities and demonic undertones unanswerable by age
Traveling my machine of time that is my mind to a land of wild things
Safe once again
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