The Wounded Beast of Autonomy

The Wounded Beast of Autonomy* Hurled against the rocks of identity The wounded beast of autonomy Cries out As it loses its grip The reassuring shoreline Battered and eroding Never looked more forlorn, A beacon of receding vistas Blinding and lucid flashes Assailed by surface gashes Infused with the Heat of uncertainty A frightened little girl Peaks from behind the […]