mauka – May 21

5.21.2015

virgin forests look

more primitive

than imagined

 

underbrush, decaying

old lives, vibrant new

answering only

 

to the push of life

within them, feral

anything.

 

the beast looks

steadily into our

eyes

 

up here everything

is king of its own

domain.

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