when the words ran out the feelings rushed in when the rivers ran dry the depths of the dirt arose when the sea foamed the weeds roamed the shore each essence cringed and craved and cloyed and crept to claim its self forgetting that why it felt bereft was because what it had left wasContinueContinue reading “left out”
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or either
i am not here to ask what is natural more what is natural to me in my nature of my nature as close as i may each day be to this i go inward in words like a watch wound or a spring load i radiate out that recognized core i can no longer fretContinueContinue reading “or either”
feral remains
may you remain slightly feral not so much so that humanity becomes your enemy nor society your alien but just so much so that mother nature is your kin feral enough that the rain causes you to raise your face to the sky not down to stay dry that the dirt calls your feet toContinueContinue reading “feral remains”