Poem: Feverfew

a longing to be free
just in time for the Fall
come what may

Ragnarok or Armageddon
better to leave
than to live to crawl
as the cycles go on

rise, fall, rise again but lower
desperate valleys and mythical peaks
preferable to bland plains
and dull suburbs

adventure awaits below
while the sheep dream
of benevolent wolves
guiding their way to slaughter.