Animus

Barely walking erect. Feeling the place we all came from and most deny. Animal nature is natural. It is the place where we roar in need and in heat. Animus. Garbed as those that declared themselves gods and less. Trapped inside this bag of bones and made to endure emotions, rationalizations, commercialization, and the curse of holier that thou. The beast in me ain’t tactics, honey. It’s me.

The call of the wild is inside. Inside self. The bottle, needle, darkness, carnal, and evil are facades. False alarms. The primal is not in those places. It is there humans go to hide. To silence the sirens. To quell the edge of our truest reality. It is there we hope to kill our truth and embrace evolution in surrender of strength. It is there we die by the suicide of denial. We are at our best animals in the same herd. We are at our worst human at the top of the feeding chain we wrap around the planet. I am free and roam the land in place and purpose. Woof.