insurgence

on some days,
this vessel
cannot contain
the insurgence -
the ferocious call
of the primal,
the forbidden fruit
grown in the depths
of ancient forests,
too strange and wild
to be named, packaged,
and laid out
on neat shelves,
in a world of
lazy fingers
and empty bellies,
where the hearth
is dead;

and so I go
to that dark place -
savage
and intense,
carrying this twisting
ocean of fire,
and her white hot curves,
where I know
she will be welcomed
and held safe
without a question;
that place from where
grounds shift and explode
without reason,
where new worlds
are consumed
and born,
all the time.