Loop.

The looped-sound,
had been there,
in the background,
annoying,
skin-crawling,
spinning around…
thought-twirling,
discerning,
any new learning,
or knowledge found,
high frequency,
ear-drum atrocity,
this noise,
is killing me…
the noise,
resounds,
above the soil,
and underground,
molten-melted foil,
of a dead King’s,
former crown,
reminiscent…
of the tears,
dropped down,
residually,
hanging,
on its sound,
dripping water,
drops…
to the ground,
above,
my head,
sadness surrounds,
whirring,
winding,
tightly around,
this thumping,
this beating,
this…
primordial sound,
commands me,
moves me,
to speak,
concisely,
certainly expound.

Vulpine.

Drummed beating,
tongued speaking,
I’m venturing beneath…
to somewhere –
down where…
a growling beast,
awaits,
my company…
a deep purring,
tail-wags,
whirring,
wrapping tightly,
‘round my knees…
winding strings,
to my being,
mightily,
perpetually,
to water the seeds…
“What powers have you…
…to pass unto me ?”
please, Spirit Beast,
please pass along,
anything you see,
pour it on strong,
don’t hold a thing,
back from me…
shine some light,
ahead brightly,
point –
anoint,
the path I need,
to follow,
along,
life,
and death songs…
played over,
and over,
too Gods damned long…
I’m open,
and waiting,
to achieve these things,
come, little vulpine –
totem spirit-beast.