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Jungle Poem

That longing
Slowly dying
At the bottom
Of your chest
You can feel its heartbeat
Faintly throbbing
Rising every morning
With you
Still awake
For years
Like a school of daisies
Waiting innocently
For the sun
To shine
Feeding from
The coldeness of
The earth
Taking refuge in a soil
Roughened by the days
Each grain of sand
A thousand years of memory
Stale waters
Soaking roots
Soggy pores
Sleepy buds
Blossoming peacefully
Only when its time
Beyond the stories
Of this world
Transcendent is
That uncivilized passion
That raw melancholy
That natural desire
To expand
Germinating in every grain
Of pollen
That instictual love
That beauty
That currency of existence
Ethereal
Swaying beneath
Our ignorant eyes

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