Wilderness wailing echoes through time, Deep caves holding silence, reverberating sublime, Stretched to capacity, wrought in pain, Twisted into nothingness, everything to gain...
The nature of transgressions violating one’s essence are often stored in places deep within the body. A survival mechanism locked in place. Unspoken vigilance waiting. Silenced by fear. Shocked into submission but tenaciously building through cords of time.
Ululation strikes a chord so deep no words can express. A primeval cry wrought in stirring depths beyond reasoning, touching parts that ride upon the crest of every breathe released. Silently waiting.
