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
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
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