love the wild in me
before there is
no stillness left
and I will not be
or maybe cannot be
caught
slowly relenting
to what is more of me
and less of them
whilst they proclaim
that I am lost
but is it my undoing
or my resurrection
as I yield to what remains
unbroken, unbidden, yes
yet I am unable to stop this change
even as I am unsure
when it has found it’s end
if there will ever be a love
that exists
that seeks
that craves
the river
regardless
of it’s relentless bends
the thorns
of the wildest rose
or the mountain
despite
its jagged stone

the blood
& the bones

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