L’enfant sauvage
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Last 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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