to remember new.

awoken to marvel by fervid caress of light--such effortless fire, that licks of napes and crooks. why to spoon, for he of hubris spine, needles her bends. we... little, lithe creatures, wakeful and trembling, trust only by need; know not of time and ever desirous of drink. but just one lurid drip remains. it curves and arcs--soaks in before the fall. // sing, sing, oh sing to me, rattle these walls of naught.