I thought you told a story

Yarn to wrap my pretty life around

I listened

Then didn’t to

Sprawling always

The face of the monster

Was every man’s

 

I tried

Nailing down

The Who

The What

The Where

The When

The Why

 

Was the monster still there

Under ocean

Kicking up tide

 

Did I dare, on your proud ship, admit

Though we walked on the sea

We were not over it

 

And you cared not a wit

If any stray corner of any dear land

Kept its myth

Vixen and purring

 

I listened, and didn’t

 

Nothing wrong

Was a beaming thing

 

Mind that you wrapped pretty thread around

Sprawling always

Stars out of mountains wide

 

If I offer nothing

Then fall

Would they breathe me in

Searing from loving

Enduring

My pall over their shining sky

 

Was it never a question of Why

Of Who

Of What

Of When

Of Where

 

Every man was a monster

Inside

 

But I stretched out my skin

Around shadows

Each question of flesh

Could catch answers

If monsters made sense

 

And yea though you gave me that thread

And my life had got wrapped around pretty loose thread

It didn’t make sense

Not to yank

 

The secret is

Rattling death

Tearing pieces who whisper

How could you leave me

 

The secret is mere

Sprawling always

No story

Compares to that pit

 

A thread couldn’t span it

A plan can’t explain it

No story says what you mean

The face of the monster was every man’s

Who and what and where and when and

Why would they ever come clean?