barking complete
barking so full
you can no longer call it
dogs’ work
god's work
it comes from everywhere
everything is barking
houses
trees
streets
seamless tapestry
pervading night’s remote confines
it becomes space
night is barking
stars are barking
world is barking
clamor
no one can stop
ruthlessly alive
dislodging you from your hiding
pains exposed
shames exposed
lumps in the throat
thawing in the dark
barking in the dark
mandrem, 2 january 2012
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