the outside

the night seeps through the very bricks themselves,

the inside just as cold as the outside.

the record player makes circles around us.

the sounds were made a long time ago; but

the music still greets.

the modest of lights begins

the journey from a place of weary,

the place of endings begins and we go forth to

the outside. the outside.

the heavy metal objects of this heavy metal world and

the empty spaces filled with plastic -- they mark

the time and progress of apes...

the... but we are merely hungry. still.

the light comes to us finally, and there

the fruit, and bread and

the holy fire transfigures the animals.

the return home we are satisfied from

the outside.