coyotes hooting, like a bunch of cans dropped or clanged.
I am scared
I am crying
I am stopped, I told myself to stop.
I don't know why I could react like
as if a pain had happened.
When there's only excitement with in me.
Concern of immanence.
But just the immanence of disturbance.
We call that pessimism? right
(but I was never of such persuasion)
carelessness -
but o, too late for I've already given it gone.
I'm swept & left, wet on the boatbridge
for storms' carrying away of me.
