Living On My Own Terms

i’ve been thinking about running again

falling back

full retreat

clear the way

crawling towards primordial ooze

a primitive slime

shedding my evolution

discarding the vestments donned

for that of forgotten fathers

i feel emancipated from mother nature

nurtured in the cold embrace of harlowian surrogate appliances

emaciated by societal expectations

gutted by commerce

trading my happiness in the free market of capitalistic ideology

disconnected from myself

fellow man

sustained by an intravenous flow of distraction guised as


bathed in static signals which cling and distort

i have hardwood dreams of isolation

of fresh water lakes and spacious caves

of nutbearing trees and fruiting shrubs

music of a pleasant breeze and chirping birds

crafting a life in my own image


on my own terms

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