“Wild Stand”
These are my bones, where I stand,
These are my feet, intent as the stones,
This is my breath, my will, my desire,
My hands full of fire, of magic and death
My life, wood, garden-
Alive around my skull,
Surrounds my sense with running,
Culling, cursing, full-
Like all, my teeth have weight,
Sharper than tears, but
Gorging for fears, Trap-
All life’s sap through the gate.
Rip, heave, leave-
These bones yield precious dust,
Thrones for fights and steps-
Watch, thrust, sigh for relief…
Eat, take, wield-
These make all my measures,
Fields of graves, of insides sweet,
Treasures wake us from self slaves,
Nourish me with reapings sharp,
Lock, growl, instincts keeping-
Hiddens flourish, Wantings flock,
Turn eyes in, sweep up the clock:
Life, lust, sate-
These rule within my hut,
My hands and my musts,
Crossing bones against all fools,
Turn, chase, die,
Deny my claws, you’ll never try,
Flaws churn up earths to taste,
Burning haunts win every race,
This is my sun, my moon that beats,
Heart’s a flavor and others a treat,
Lusts are endeavors, all blood flows,
Death, wild, scorn, they my joys sow.
Cackles in the air,
Passion spins upon my toes,
Each one wins without compare,
With one sip of wild Knows.
So welcome in, alone
Mind, heart, soul-
Edges here to hone,
For inside here is where I’m whole.
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