January 2012
4 posts
lost now in these few days & freedom…then I must return to that other place, and the everyday terror of people that the years do not yet take from me (December 2008)
The wildness in me stirs when he is around. How can I say it any other way, or live in the pallid portions when that remains the reality. Up from something primal and unknown, and it comes up again, always. How can the mere identity of another, brushing up against you like that dream of much destruction, stir.
Who could want wildness, or allow it in the civilized portions - the great untamed; is...
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…for all of us.
The shards, after all, become the landscape, and most of us walk here with bare feet.