CASCADE
Peter sings
& water flows swiftly.
Something within him...
Lights brighten
then burn dim...
Arms raised in armor -
many arms -
maybe fifty.
Waiting for us to
wake & be warm again...
Waiting for hands to
scold & then hold again.
Scorpion ticking...
Cats sickly licking...
Rupture & burn
with blasted return.
Kings of madness -
Kings all alone.
Kings once alive -
Awake now from stone.
Written By Jason Wright
DECEMBER 27TH, 2001