In the Cleft of the Rock
I am ensconced I am cottoned-up I am a smooth blue rock.
I am hiding in some places where monsters can’t see me.
It’s raining. Perhaps I should clarify perhaps I have come to the world’s
end a long valley with nothing in it I am safe,
I am beyond God’s reach.
Perhaps I should tell you that I am no criminal
I am no snitch I am loyal to a fault but I cannot sleep at night I cannot
hold on to my morning toasts my morning tea I can no longer
grasp the fundamentals
but it is no matter now.
Here at the world’s end all meals are canceled
any suggestions of the old life are snuffed out.
I am nestled against the thighs of some ancient beast who
breaths into my mouth who
licks behind my ears who
seems to be planning to keep me.
