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 contentment 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, to the heart of vitality,
wherein lies the strength, the marrow, 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.