you are where you are.
not in the advertisement, not in the diagnosis,
not in the story they sold you about yourself.
you are the silence between the walk.
the space after the scam has been named,
before the next step is taken.
you are not only the center.
you are also the edges,
......
we grant there is a territory, wild,
a landscape not of rock or river carved,
but shaped from primal feeling, raw and undefiled,
a thicket of the spirit, darkly starved
and lush by turns. this is the inner wood,
where ancient fears like tangled roots are laid,
and awe hangs heavy in the atmosphere,
a storm of self that cannot be allayed.
this is no flaw in our design, no fault
......
you are where you are.
not in the advertisement, not in the diagnosis,
not in the story they sold you about yourself.
you are the silence between the walk.
the space after the scam has been named,
before the next step is taken.
you are not only the center.
you are also the edges,
......
we grant there is a territory, wild,
a landscape not of rock or river carved,
but shaped from primal feeling, raw and undefiled,
a thicket of the spirit, darkly starved
and lush by turns. this is the inner wood,
where ancient fears like tangled roots are laid,
and awe hangs heavy in the atmosphere,
a storm of self that cannot be allayed.
this is no flaw in our design, no fault
......