The Last Wild

broken branches, pines and cones
pressed into the damp forest of my mind
the rugged way; breathing heavy and tangled

but oxygen can’t take us there

to those unknown pockets of humanity
the broken wild; contained and gone,
vigilante ideas paved over in social norms

desperately longing for something to explore

beyond the wisping prairie words
silver tipped beneath the columbine mind
through the rugged divide of mental continents

the soul work of living

thirsting through the desert narrows
sinking beneath the ocean’s depths and breaths
the storm, pounding against a broken sturdy heart

the last Wild- stays forever Wild…
                                                                    untamed and free

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