I feel

[jeRRy whaLLey]

I feel I've been hanging by a thread -- though I hung from a windy-tree, the icy-rain deformed me; I swung in thunderous reverie, did-see the roots and mud entwined to form the scruples of my mind; there, the Runes in bone-clad dead made the language of my head and formed the magic of its ...fire, rhymes that seared with my desire; my end-times -- our words are created by misery and joy, in the language we convey, our Monsters and Saints - hanging in there ...