when the slop suddenly stalks you
when the slop suddenly stalks you,
you wont see the thing;
but its message will echo in you:
“let it slip” it will convey;
“let everything slide” it will demand. and ease you.
when the slop suddenly gets you,
it pacts with the darkness within you,
and with a darkness deeper still.
“make me a leave” suddenly whisper your lips,
and the wind gently makes you absent,
resolving all color, all grid.