in the wild.

to brace against or flow within?

how do I remain authentic within the throws of the foliage?

within my practiced denial resides

discernment,

where suffering and bliss

mirror six and a half dozen;

and yet, I mull the difference.

plunge deep or stay between?

rip away and bleed,

or curdle with the wreckage?

breathe the abyssal primitive storm

or remain shallow within my chest of waffling waters?

does wrong or right exist in the wilderness?

what in fact defines dark and light,

beginnings and endings?

for, within the wild

we inevitably greet both

anyway.