You live still
You live now
In a desert home
Away from
The city
Now you roam
Reality pelts
Draped over
As clothes
Obsidian heads
Sharp on
Memory arrows
A bow you draw quick
To shoot
From experience
So the memory
Hunts
What reality is
Bows have been drawn
With each
Wolves’ last breath
A house of
Their pelts
Safe and secure
A house of wolves
In the desert
Where you now roam
A hidden estate
Among
Shifting sands
That bury the bones
Of
Reality packs
A pack of wolves buried
For a house
To be built
Consume Reality! 