PrimitiveA Poem by E.J. WalingHowling.
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! © 2020 E.J. Waling |
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Added on May 10, 2020 Last Updated on May 10, 2020 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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