Been the longest time often wrong
Since I spoke conveniently;
Obscure have I walked long
Alone in the meadow's grass .

Barefooted like a prehistoric  
predator tending to fast twitching
Impulses the structures embedded
In my musculature an inherited trait
Like elastic bands pulled to a limit
Stretching my ligaments,
Tensing my pulse beating my heart
Fast then faster keep
Like a time-piece tuned to the distant
Roar,
Of ancestors with fins crawling on the first shore
Almost this epicentric roar in my temple my head feeling it my legs full of thrusts my genesis about
To take hold of my insides, my mind. The calm part, the kid
That was
That remained
Loving
All
The innocent.
Kept away.
Until
Now.
Until
Then.