we make bad company, even under the best of circumstances. circling like squids & sharks in black waters. & even the best of you are like pine cones, needing forest fires before you're of any use. you can't blame us if the occasional maw gapes. the occasional locust devestates. here & there a finger stuck in our craw. if here & there my secret police drag dissenters away to gulags. if our miscreance bouys so heavy on your heart we can always be cast off like shackles. like sloughing off a miscarriage. i've been trying to brew up the end of this parasitic infection for practically forever. i've been trying i've been trying but what i really mean. i've been waiting in the ground like a cicada. waiting for just the right moment. just the right moment, just in time. mantras a-sussurus.