Better wild and fallen

The problem, of course,
with returning from a wild place
is your feet can never seem to re-find purchase.
Like a newborn hoofed beast,
you end up splayed and on your face,
which is better anyway,
because it is heartbreaking
to keep looking up
and only catch a glimpse
of real light amid false bulbs
instead of the giant sky-bowl
you once drank from.
When down as low as the earth,
at least you can dream of up.

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