L’enfant sauvage

TheFeatheredSleep

CruciformLast night I felt fire

inhabited my chest

my breasts burned as if they had caught a heavy sickness

I tore my clothes off and feeling the tile beneath my feet I stood

feeling prickling across my hot skin

watching the electric storm rake dark sky

wondering my part in anything if at all

or why

some days we feel such clamouring disturbance

deep in ourselves as if someone else

is trying to get out or some displacement, some wrong

as yet unfound pulls our string

what is the mix of this temperament and how

do we stay still when everything is at once uneasy and fraught

an inner lament bound with wire

the hairs on my arms standing up

watching time spin over head

I couldn’t concentrate or think

it was as if all higher function were lost

returning me to who I was

in instinct

crouching naked beneath…

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2 thoughts on “L’enfant sauvage

  1. So lovely, Natalie. It seems to so well describe my own journey now toward my last days here in this sphere. I’ve had such a wonderful ride, but just so tired now …. I’m really looking forward to the next phase of my journey.

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