From The Edge

You were becoming more prone 
to violence, confronting 
the moon. Heat was rising. 

Like a mongrel, twirling 
round and round in dirt, 
to sit in. 

It was very dangerous, the 
racial thought of eliminating 
oneself in the mainstream. 

A morphogenic change 
was visible. Why were you 
shrinking in horror? 

The group pain was getting 
a hold of me. I am not 
sure, what I will do now.