A Wild Unnamed Animal

79/ When he walks upstairs, the whole house trembles in his presence, his weight of being, the transcendence of motion from here to there— basic physics of traveling within domestic space— the dwelling creaks under his hoof steps between the nursery and the guest room, that intolerable hesitation and indecision, wanting to isolate a moment, yet release it back into the void of the mortal world, to flee from this structure of brick and wood and foam and electronic word, to run through the neighboring forests, a wild unnamed animal, howling his wild name into the wind over and over again.


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