I'm making preparations for a trip out of this city
with its asphalt and concrete, signs and glaring chrome,
into the mountains for a few days, to lounge and listen
to wind and water and earth and sky, to recall that
we are just animals after all underneath our clothing
beneath our shorted breath inside the steel inside
the concrete and constructed realities beyond this
conscripted relationship with an imaginary world
of our own making we eat and laugh and piss
and make love like animals remembering our home
deep within made of skin and rock and bone
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