it was an equal rights protest, nonviolent as many i've seen thru the years. but the signs and chants were malicious. those gathered felt very strongly about this issue, and i doubt they would clear out until a resolution was reached. "INTERSPECIES MARRIAGE FOR ALL AMERICANS!" one protestor kept shouting. "PIGS ARE PEOPLE TOO!" cried another.

the petals wilt and dehydrate and the hungry earth spits back acid. it is trodding the milky soil by night, attuned to innate senses, scanning the horizon to navigate towards the magnetic pull... and setting up camp at the darkest minute thickest silence and noiseless barren, it does not normally settle to me this way nor sit with me properly without causing upheaval in the very core of the breast at my bore. it was a guilty attraction of poles. trying to chase a wink though, we were nauts of the frigid and serene north heading norther. wordless journeys, many introspective walks where collective sighs polluted doldrums about us, gray quiet... the vegetation was browning again. sparse scarce and pregnant atmosphere looming with ever-uncatchable destination slipping time like a fish flopping and tripping and spanning out long wastelands of thought and breathing frosty nostril bite of ceaseless abandon and ruining bodies in the snow. and as even my essence soaks into soil beneath thin cloth... pathetic fragile shadows posing uncomfortably in humble shivering pods lost in foreign cacophonous and interminable wake, and woozy out soggy constellations, piercing those dots the air-holes for dreams to seep slowly sink across, by alpha centauri refuses to fizzle glinting star of horus thru eyelids, puffed and black without sleep. in is in spanning my vigilance a clattered set of nerves instilled its insomnia along with the phantoms of faltering lazy muscles, languishing orientation sputtering machines suffering individuals caught up and hobbled. along with my 4 companions, the internal drives thru our dirty footprints and the raw rashy paws of our canine, trooping tundra in anguish with our rusty tools and miserable.