for sooj
run with the night
hide from the light
stitch to the dark
run to the mark
in the road where
we snare
the beloved,
the tangled departed
with our bright, sharp teeth
with our bright, sharp teeth
we dig through the ground
find what is found
eat the beloved,
the tangled departed
then run to the mark
stitched to the dark
hide from the light
run away with the night
