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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