from the trail --
I lagged, heard you
thump your chest
and jumped
into the wild.
I wanted dark heat,
rhythms, breaks,
a sound, to breathe
the jungle,
nostrils full out,
senses freed.
A generation
of flocked commands
grew dim with flight --
shrieking birds,
cacophonous caws.
Because of you,
I am no longer meek.
...
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