Pure And Raw (Like This Smile Behind Gnashing Teeth)
I cannot keep my wolverine soul from wandering
All of the thorn-kissed, thicket-choked rushes,
Their dark, sharp shadow's cage unable
To hold at bay my own fierce heart,
It's howling scaring all of those
I hold most dear in a world
Where I stalk the wild
Of wilderness years
I remember well
Despite the distance
From their bloody lust
Of red-mad animal instinct
Still lurking below jagged scars'
Sun-healed wounds from predators
Conjured to life again from imagination,
Pure and raw, a prey to maul, like this smile
Behind gnashing teeth I savage before it's seen
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