Fable of nature

The looms of factory morality have spread around us

Set up dials to protect us from ourselves, entombed us in

Judgement, to the hypocrites, I deride them, “morior invictus”

Wildness breaks out of me, I call with my sweet sub song, you

Come. You of nature’s rhythm made, will I find you on that

Hunt again, numquam desistas, lioness, tho resistless, I fly away.

With my body, not yet held, a bow to manipulate. Remember

The cat and mouse game we still play? Nor complete ’til you

Dominate. In nature’s wild pursuit, to belong to is to become.