Now's my way.  Never a wilderness.
Without an escape.  For I take
every path.  And I'll ravage every chance.
The hammer.  The blast.  Massing
	at last.  I'm the fury only Hailey's
DEAD HOPE, charred over, haggard, can try to stop:
	-We're the unmended, the untended,
		cold soldiers of the shoe.  We're the neglected,
	the never resurrected, agonies of the few.
		We're the once kissed, unmissed and allways
	refused.  Because we're the unfinished
		and feered and we're never pursued.
	-We? I flip to this DRIP WRETCH swinging
		forlornly her broken switch.

DEAD HOPE.  Very dangerous.  Though not to me,
	even with millions of hands.  I slink menacingly:
		-You've lost.  You're the Bomb Squad after
		 the bomb's gone off.  I'm the blast ongoing.
	DEAD HOPE screeches.  Karumph! to that:
		-Live longer rascal!  Get back!
	-No, I rumph, banishing her fumes, life's
	 petty banes turning to raggedy rales.
		Fascinating.  Here
	along with Winter upon Hailey's left palm,
		a comb of HONEY nipped just once.
		 A waxing amber that doesn't ebb.
			Try a bit.  Worth a nip.
	Whoa! what weird fire devours my perimeter.

Perimeterless on the flipside.
And just that easily, on my behalf,
I come around.  Because I'm burning.
Because I am too soon.
	Because without her I am
		only revolutions of ruin.
The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War.
	And now I'm for carnage.
		Here's how my anguish frees.
	Destroy everyone of course.  Because I'm unwanted
& unsafe.  And I'll take tears away with torments & rape,
	killings & feers not even the dead will escape.
Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless and 
Enslaved.  Absolved.  Butchering their prejudice.

			Patience.  Their Value.  Because I'm without value.
		I'm the coming of every holocaust.  Turning no lost.
	Rending tissue, sinew & bone.  Excepting no suffering.
From this Mountain I'll go, rogue, stalking
	the Sick upon their curbs, Thirsty with their ladles.
		And every town will burn.
	I'll hunt the Rich.  And the Fat.  Heads dashed.
		Flipped.  Limbs ripped.  Strewn over stream beds.
				Across dry ditches.
			Cities swept loose with fire.
		And for those who kneel, beg for reprieve,
			Municipalities and Paladins, I'll chew
					through their teeth.
				And every nation will burn.

All I won't forgive.  Forfend.  Fortake.
	I forsake it all with pogroms.
			Heave of blade, grenade, uranium &
troubling velocities.  Mortar rounds, ground zero,
	By me all levees will break.  All silos heave.
	 I will walk heavy.
		And I will walk strange.
Racing wheeling famines roadside to ramp.  Carion damp.
				A compass of travels never
		beyond range of my wrath.  Even equators
	will crisp.  Change our directions.  Until Saturn,
Uranus, fedup, will wobble loose and go.
	Sorrow's Five Horizons goes too with a swing.
Milkyway, singularity, each universe set wandering.

	And more still.  All following to extinction my
extinction, ever allways beyond death.  On and one.
				For I forever only spare
			the pursuit of all I delimit.
		I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.
			Why need dies at last.
		How oceans dry.  Islands drown.
	And skies of salt crash to the ground.
	 I turn the powerful.  Defy the weak.
Only grass grows down abandoned streets.
		And I allone am left to slaughter
	all my laughter would not Wish to keep.
		Where by my staying no else remains.
			All now I'd never hamper.

Because I'm the rules I allready change
and by their change allways regain.
Because I'm the order over
which ruling orders perish, and by my Hailey,
which I'll disorder with relish.
	For a greater economy shall follow US
		and it will be undone.
	And a greater autonomy shall follow US
		and it too will be undone.
	And a greater feeling shall follow Love
		and it too we will blow to dust.
For I am longings without trust.  The cycloidal haste
freedom from Hailey forever wastes.
		Dust cares for only dust.

		And time only for US.
No more spooning here.  Foronceandforall anyandall.
		What I must accept.  Except
		I'm too presently too late.
	Hailey someway still protecting me
	from pains I'd now so happily kick.
			Her humility's too much, a
		palled gratitude I can never pay.
	So here's my pernicious price.  What solitude
	enforces.  Rancor assumes.  Juggernauts of one.
No one keepes up and everyone burns and everyone goes.
		I am the big burnout.  Beyond speed.
	That crazystoked to feast on sacrificial smoke.
	Firing up now with her leftover comb of HONEY.