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the days of the magic kingdom.
Did some part of you still scream for the wild?
Amongst all the city smoke and pungent smell
Every road a grid; in the quiet repetition of civilization
and in all of that you never woke up
never saw what really was?
Some part of you surely still could scream for the hunt
Down in the underbrush and the poison white lilies
As you raced against time and law for the scent of blood
carbon decay binding the plants to the metal hulls
as if you were a shell of yourself: still living, somehow.
Did some part of you still scream for the deathless wild?
Or did you lose yourself amongst the choking city smoke?
Amongst all the city smoke and pungent smell
Every road a grid; in the quiet repetition of civilization
and in all of that you never woke up
never saw what really was?
Some part of you surely still could scream for the hunt
Down in the underbrush and the poison white lilies
As you raced against time and law for the scent of blood
carbon decay binding the plants to the metal hulls
as if you were a shell of yourself: still living, somehow.
Did some part of you still scream for the deathless wild?
Or did you lose yourself amongst the choking city smoke?
Published 16th Aug 2018
Author's Note
yeah i'm just gonna bitch about my inability to pick an aesthetic and being fictionkind as per fuckin usual.
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