fuller.

howling like a hard-style madman,
under the influence of an overabundant
orbital magnetism, activating all the wolfen
cold-snap stormcloud monstrosity within and without
in the woodsly goodness.
yuuuuuuuuuuup,
full-moon fever is in full swing,
and the nights are longer,
and the sky?
well, now,
the sky,
whilst brighter for the duration of the reflective big action,
is a hot fire reflux and feaky-diki dip-out knee-jerk reflex redux
inspiring us aspiring activationary visionaries and active participants
towards new high scores at getting low down and dirty.
yeah.
that's real.
werewolf autumn sh!t means giving zero F*s,
flippin' out all over the place,
and being expert at participating in barking lunacy
on the far-flung frayed fringes of Folk Life & Liberty.
wordimus primal,
it's all about that fearless frenzied fenris business, b!tches.
y'know,
hand-biting, world-devouring, soul-scouring power-up party time,
complete with hairy hard-hearted heated howls.
that's that war cry stuff, duders.
you've been warned,
the sky is glowing silvery blue,
and the fog is rolling along the mountains up here.
don't even think for one little mini-minute that just because
it's overcast that it takes line-of-sight contact to initiate
the werewolf-style berserker barbarian nutrients, y'all.
it's wild-animal transformative magnetism.
a few misty sky-blankets aren't gonna help protect y'all
from these enormous appetites and uncontained gypsy jauns...
savage?
uh-huh.
raging?
c'mon. ...don't be dumb.
furious?
obviously.
you'd better believe it.
the man is subsumed all up inside the battle beast.
it's warrior poetry,
it's it's worthy words and deeds,
and it's happening, neighbors.
ready or not-
today is the day,
and moreover,
tonight is the night.
*
it never gets old.
y'know?
this autumn change-up, i mean.
every year,
it's still dope.
a beautiful farewell display,
and then a plummet to the pits of long hard frozen bleakness.
awwwwwwwwwwwww.
relax,
i just told you i think it's dope.
maybe that's because i know the world isn't really dying,
it's just gonna lay down for a little bit and catch it's breath.
sure,
it gets pretty lean, and grey, and sparse, and cold, and bitter,
but hey, my ninjas,
who the hell doesn't?
i know i doo-doo that spiteful respite sh!t.
still,
those intervening internecine spans only last for a bit,
and then everything that falls down eventually rises.
(yup. i so stole that)
each and every brutal transformation,
personal, seasonal, temporal, all that and more,
it's still all really happening.
it never stops.
and for what it's worth,
i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....