.:the howl:.

 
by the
token of time
by the
evidence
we find
each crossing of
the line
becomes more
refined

love in a bind, then
left
behind, then
hate and crime
we
favor to
dine

a
full
course, yet
ignoring its source  
absent all remorse  
subtle with its
force

the
failure
of insight  
compassion
goes blind
these are but
regressions
signaling to the
mind

the
regrettable
turns
palatable
with ease we
consume

it’s
the how(l) of
mankind
voicing our
doom.





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photo: cindy griff