2-12 Ravenous

blue as the midnight,
between the souls,
the stars of their eyes,
ear crowd around me,
pressing in their sinking shadows,
robes, hmming, with pale candles,
ooing, needy, claws gnarled, gripping my shoulder,
digging in, tongues tickling the razor edges
on my ears, pressing down firm, squeezing,
breathing, singing, they gather closer,
they want out, they want out,
they want to be heard, one finds my heart,
and twists, the meat, soft in his tears,
frustration building, mounting, wing beats,
loud, overwhelming, howling, one chorus,
after another, together, screaming in my ear,
let me out, let me out, LET ME OUT!

with a click,
 I add a high G note,
unsure, erasing it, then adding it again,
sitting back to look at the black dotted white screen,
brushing away the tickle in my mind,
go away I whisper, in fear,
but they don't listen,
hot upon my neck,
feeding monsters at my feet,
and the one, THE one, who spreads his just born,
wet wings large, veins in blue marble, driven with age,
an architect of the mind, cavernous, consuming,
lifting his sword, his bow, closing his eyes, he begins to play,
burning through the crowd, silver needle flashing,

I cannot ignore him. I cannot.
blisters on my hands. I listen.
clicking away.