Into the Marshlands

So falsely are we led into mired existence, entrapped and sinking
In the truest bogs and quicksand of urbanity
But the city lies barren and riddled with disease
No more are we sustained by its lifeless
Concrete and structure and utility

Flee the dying fortress of civilization
Besieged on all sides by wild nature
Hope and containment will not be found
In its manicured lawns and cultivated fields

We were weaned from the nourishment
Of nature's breast and abandoned
To the cruel orphanage of modern society

We must return to the womb
We must return to the heart of vitality

Wherein lies the strength
Wherein lies the marrow
The pulsating blood
The pulsating blood

Watch as the mother's breath is exhaled
That sweetest incense, night thoughts of the Earth
Find your path amidst the winding contours
That secret passage in the wild