I hear the red wolf howl
through centuries of rusted sand
the spirit of my religion
cracking bones at midnight
on the caverns of my blood
that dream again and dream again abroad
the key to this oblivion
in desert’s lifeless skin
sail on sail on traverse eternity
from dawn to tomb
my kin they die of thirst and hope
at both wrists open veins
that prove to them
and wish my love would rot
no bitch I need to chase
offering those who covet - salt
to yoke the ancient nothingness
the hunger of a jackal
the strength of my religion
inside the prison and the walls
amidst the wonder
and the beauty of it all
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