flesh had no message in the caves of sulfuric water radiating salt. the muscle as is.... she was loving me. i her.. and who was i loving? as she gently found the cotton for our nest .. oh man. man. man. i am a man. with the howl of all war fare. the brutality of provision. the hunt beast ripping at my loins. i am not this ! my bondage. so prolific. for i am the thriving pulse ... my brute will not contain. man ... yes man.. human... man fightMe. man. this love of me. is more than this animal. whom i love. my bellow for all salvation. dear mercy. i am more than this beast. this hallowed animal. this coarse hair. dry scales. dead cells. shedded death cells of skin now lost. now forgotten. never to have been. this new life. true life. the life. rich abundant blood. oxygenating all . his original breath. that never once left. rich fervent. heated blood. who are you? man.. warrior.. frightened soul ... who is it that i love?... - excerpt from PART I of Forrest Dandelion and the Wildflower Misfit Campaign available here --> theartofkEith/collection/statement/
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