the tribe
the unit that nurtures and creates oneself
the oneself a combination of trials and errors
a peace and a love
a rage and and a flame
constant babble like yesterday’s wine
there was a time when i woke and was ready to be the world’s window
and i was better focused. the tribe was small, but the tribe was just what i wanted
and then the fox.
the fox needs near no one. we need food, sleep, and wander.
and if any of this makes sense i’ll be glad i typed it out again
because it is in my ear and in my head
every damn lullaby. every time i question why.
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