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Literature

The mark of wilderness

In this world of dream-forms Awake only for seconds at a time Is there an end to this suffering This incomprehensible longing Of my every cell to burst open And become boundless water again Is there such a thing as pain In this default state of alertness I let every fibre of my being twitch With a force almost nuclear Until there is but a whirlwind of chaos Destructive and devouring A hunger that feeds upon itself Self-perpetuating Self-habituating otherness Amounting to everything and nothing at all And from this place of nothingness I carry with me the depth of the oceans The spirits of killer whales The forcefulness of wind The darkness of the wisest minds That dwell beneath the earth Seared into my glass-like skin The mark of wilderness itself