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Jungle-Fever Euphoria

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Jungle-Fever Euphoria

beating drums,
humming, humming, 
humming a useless song
to listen and repeat,

hoping for epiphanies 
while we watch the sun 
catch glitter in fall leaves.
Maybe it's a song, a voice,
a bed made up or a room made neat,

or the groove 
between our toes, 
where the sand beneath our feet
collects to make its way to the street,

from the ocean that represents 
freedom; how come?
Is it really so grand
that we itch to fight for it?
Ah that itch!
Damn the restlessness!

But here we are going deep
with the norm, zombies 
chasing green lights
and leaving cookies for Santa.
A dream world
where ghosts could be 
whatever we haven't thought of.
We don’t understand what we need,

how our choices, guided by an urge to breed
are mostly made without us...
We're the aliens,
puppets suspended into space.
Merry, merry,
merry Christmas.
I believe

in drug-induced euphoria, I've seen
the god that wasn't. A smell
so familiar, but we can't show ourselves
what's real. The essence of things
is filtered by senses meant just to survive.
We wash ourselves in a fountain
of beautiful reasons to be,
bubbling up from nowhere
in our jungle beneath the stars.

Happy New Year,
wild Summer,
sweet dreams.

Copyright © Erin Beckett

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