The Hunt for Self

The Hunt for Self
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11-16-11
9 stanzas

my soul hunts for something
in this jumbled forest
of lost memories
and old smiles.

is it the animal in me?
a totem in my ancient brain?
is my real name unspeakable?
there's a nostalgia i can taste.

living in a dream, i picture
myself standing proud
in the songs of old
and in smells of dead years.

am i the forest-dweller?
the wolf-dog that breathed in me
as i ran free on home's ground
were there was solace in the wind?

my soul screams for something.
i wish i could reach for it,
but i don't know where to grasp.
my identity lies beyond somewhere.

is there a point of source
where the timeless wolf was born?
do i have a home beyond homes?
the nostalgia will remain forever.

living in an illusion, i breathe
a sweet, light, primal air.
prehistoric is the galloping feeling
roaring like a train in my chest.

am i the midnight howling?
the flying, soaring sound
of life dripping from the stars?
will the wolf within carry me home?

my soul sings for something.
i know, deep inside, i'm there:
a place where the wolf-dog lives.
that place calls to me. i'm still hunting.