I hear the news man pity the jungle.

But the jungle doesn't care.

The jungle itself is unforgiving,

Relentless in its desire to take over the world.

It will grow up around your house

And bramble you down and smother you.

Your puny axe, your fires cannot control.

Only the sacred boundaries set by Gaia long ago

Limit the jungle forever by lack of rainfall,

Lack of humectant love.

But where there exists humectant love,

There exists jungle,

Of wild and holy unfathomable taboo,

And unsuccessful attempts to put into words

The dreamlike journeys into truth

That happen there.

-jenn