Primitive

poem by: John Prophet
Written on May 10, 2020

Howling.
Fire dance.
Embers mingle.
Mingle
with the
stars.
Primal fear.
Primal night
screams.
Fire dance.
Making sense.
Making sense
of things.
Fear, unknown
why?
Why anything?
Howling
into the
dark.
Tribal unison.
Dark comfort.
Modernity
certain.
Certainty.
Eyes open
seeing further.
Knowing.
Primal instincts
as before.
Still intact.
Fear,
still fear.
Still animal.
Never ending
primitive.
Modernity
relative,
never attained.
Always animal.
Always primal.
Always primitive.
Relative.
The future,
primitive,
relative.
Modernity
elusive,
never attained.
Always primitive.
Relative!

 

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