Tuesday, May 15, 2012

It's when I break free
That I set fire to the sky
With sunset kindling
And a flint in my throat
To give it a spark
Against the heated steel horizon.

We break the glass silence
With hoots and hollers
Banging our leg drums
Against the blunt night, louder.
As we stomp and jump
Hot coals from hot wood.
Our dancing attracts attention
From wildlife, beckoned by
Our primal state when I sing
My songs always at night.

This is freedom found,
Glory be to our growls and belches.

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