we were the lights
upon the bridge
in the night of fog
and frozen wind
we were the dancers
the midnight dancers
shaking our bones
in the top of a mountain
at the end of the world
we were the howlers
the pale-moon howlers
streetching our teeth
like wolfs
in a clear of a forest
unnamed and lost
we were the awakers
the red blood painters
the all night singers
the all-ways walking
the ánima/animal detectives
the damned poets
the savage philosophers
the permanent outsiders
the city-zen’s of world
the tempus fugit-ives
the hyper-lucids
who can use our philosophy?
who can?
