Elucidating Questions

I went on a journey in search

It was true

There is no Mario in the wild

In the wild there is only the rattling of my brain inside the cage

Only the grasp of my lungs on the air unable to escape

There is only the way in which the wind binds the trees in unseeable shackles

To its whim

I am relieved

That I am not the only one who wanders the trails of yesterday.

But in them finds the sands that still whisper

Fuck the whispering is back and it’s distracting

Like the sound of

A voice whose words you can’t hear but the tone of them tells that sounds are being made

But there’s no place but the wild I will ever feel safe

But I so rarely get there.