In this concrete bunker in a concrete field,
Mesquite and birds, dogs are heeled;
eat and fill on a serendipitous Subway
found in looking up, in the glancing away
that begins the escape of obsession,
the escape of predator-prey perfection
that can kill a day. The training of a will
began this way, but that's what I always say.
Will began will; will can fill;
prey prey prey
eat eat eat eat
All done. Force update? Horse begun.
Written in play with semsound, an analayst/collaborator by Katy Gero!