I am deaf but for rumbles and blind but for the way the night lights when I strike the ground I am outside searching deep into black fractal hills for the drum summoning. A great spirit is awake tonight and haughty. I am some beast long-chained attempting a great labor The sky furrows and crouches on the ridge-lines and nothing will hear me yell as I stalk amid the pines I am bravado shaking trees and slapping the wet red earth I have seven league boots and a peacock’s tail but everything in the dark is much larger than me I am awake inside a drum I am asleep inside a drum I am rent haggard and something in the hills is angry and enjoying this Behind me in the dark my son sleeps dry and uneaten he wakens to bright and resinous air a strange lightning in his eyes