The primordial intuition shakes a fruit of perfection free
It hides deep in the withering field of modernity
Motes of the fire eternal from a fresh stomach glow
Eyes that have witnessed all now denied what they know

Blazing trumpets raze whispers from the air
Their burst bellies spilling secrets in the soil
A new perfume tosses the scent of the earth
A mind, a body, caught within lines of safety drawn before their birth

The howl of instinct haunts
But ghosts cast no shadows
The animal that stalks lives in your step
Born one thing and becoming another

Horns sit on the horizon
Atop every unanswered question
On the shadow's shoulder of every good
They tuck in corners for those who look close, beyond, and away

The demand a whole be broken
The wolf is denied your brotherhood, and its will is king

The howl of instinct haunts
But ghosts cast no shadows
The animal that stalks lives in your step
Born one thing and becoming another

The howl of instinct haunts
In the depth of your regret
A precious darkness deepens
The beast chews at its trap
Born one thing and becoming another

The shape of one's nature steals a kiss from a slumbering cheek
The child of its early morning song awaits her chase
She beckons with a form withheld
In the ripening silence of solitude, she speaks

The demand a whole be returned
The fires of self are never extinguished, only displaced
A soul is refocused in the serpent's coil
Born one thing and becoming another