Animal Army

Statement:

Shattered. Explosion. Torn apart. Explosion.

Animal screams. Flies. Explodes. Becomes child. Scribbles. Looks, does not read. Wall painted a hundred times, paint over words, words over paint, paint over paint.

Walls burst. So shattered, so senseless no glance, no breath, no mouth can take it in, whole, at once. Back to the primal chaos, where things still nameless, borders still blurred, where anything turns into something else, something else again.

Where everything does what it wants, if war not yet wrecked it.