SavageA Poem by E.J. WalingBorn into the jungle are we. Not, the jungle of old, but a jungle nonetheless. Animal instincts still prevails, motivations still primitive. Driven as before, none diminished. Civilization, a new invention, a new reality. Yet the jungle still exists, still prevails. Conflict, spinning conflict within. Wild vs “civilized”. Animal, internal conflict. Transition between states of existence. Ways of being. Struggles, the animal struggles. Sticky past, holding on. Instincts run deep, encoded, programed on our very being. Our soul. Perilous journey one from the other. Fingers crossed! © 2018 E.J. Waling |
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Added on November 26, 2018 Last Updated on November 26, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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