the 12 tribes of Ghazalestine {eL ViKiNGo}

carried away from a small patch of earth,
we learn to hate... we learn to be violent...

let the rain collect for a while on my head,
it's unusually warm for this time of year

i caught a moth in the palm of my hand,
does that mean that i possess light?

shoulder low, i burst through the wall!
did someone call for kool-aid?

i found her in each tap of the keyboard,
always finding a new rhythm