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This jungle in which I took refuge was unique.
Creatures roaming this harsh terrain
Possessed little intelligence as expected,
But less instinct
To my surprise.

I encountered a wild, bearded pig
Willing to sell anything
From her chest of bountiful excrement
In order to add another layer of filth
To her soul.

Through an oasis of saliva
Swam the elephant leech.
Whenever deficient of caffeine
His pungent odor
Wafted through the jungle
For all inhabitants to inhale.

Through petrified wood
Lived a pack of albino jackasses.
They are in denial
Regarding the solar tolerance
Of their pelts.
Never can they possess
The skin tone of Egyptian royalty,
Yet they behave like the court jesters of Cleopatra.

To my left
Hides a killer ape,
A mean, paranoid beast
Ready to strike
Without warning or regard for the physical traits
Of his unsuspecting victims.
Not even trained scientists
Can tame this savage primate.

The midget ox can be found
Fumbling around to the right of me.
She walks clumsily through the trails
Without regard for nature.
Of all the creatures in this jungle,
She possesses the most sluggish of brains,
Mirrored only by a loud screech
Resembling a horse's neigh
Combined with nails scratching
Upon a calcite surface.

If the fauna
Did not induce enough terror,
The jungle's atmosphere
Was much more uninspired.
No life existed within the trees.
No birds chirped songs of hope.
There were no visions of clear meadows
Protected by vivid rainbows.
No rain.
No nourishment.
No cures.

I lived off the elements
Of muddy vegetation
Garnished with rigor mortis ridden corpses
Flavored with the remains of scientific research.
I walked alone through the safari of insanity
Without radio signals or maps.
Only my instinct was my guide.

Eventually,
I would find my way
Back into civilization.
It is there where the initial alienation existed.
The jungle closer to home
Is a much more dangerous place
Than what I remembered.
The atmosphere,
Like bats blocking the entrance of a cave,
Is sucking the life out of me.
All the while,
I keep remembering my trek,
While I am trying to willfully forget.
Needless to say,
I'm still exploring.



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