today my inner boxer is in fighting stance
there's an army in my shoulder blades
a nameless ghost in my gut
i have a handful of feathers
& an endless stream of tears
i walk the jungle in the final hours of morning
i feel the earth on my feet
& the wind whispers ancient stories
i am under her spell
as they are under mine
i surrender to the ocean
but never humans
not even myself
we speak to each other in riddles
after the sun is asleep
we exchange madness like children who've eaten too much candy
or gotten too little sleep
we search for meaning in unanswerable questions
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