The enemy took the form of a great wolf, which was known as Nameless, who could run through the incredibly small space inside atoms just as easily as it could jump from star to star in the great distances of space. Receiver hid from the wolf, who chased him through the sky. But no matter where he hid, the wolf would find him.
Our questions grow more fiercely
fertilized by wishes,
ever chained to unmet ends.
Scrambling from their eggs,
their urgent beaks
break themselves in breaching.
So our master wisher,
deep in trying nights,
drives desire
to ever farther lovers.
The Nameless,
the past that writes our lives
with our own hands,
churns our dreams unremembered,
bleeds from teardrops our furies,
warps from feelings
shock thunder
when life lit on the love stalk,
and each kiss closer
to the love dream we get,
the greater the blood must reveal
its steel ceilings,
where we are mad all our minutes,
raving crows burning black,
magnetized to no beginning,
unrelieved, apart, unblending.
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