The jungle will tell you
that there is no need for kings,
that the world is anarchy
and although rules are beautiful systems
everything succumbs to consequences.
The jungle will tell you
that words are unnecessary, like temples.
—things erected to mean the things that are too big to be said.
Pointless iterations of the divine
that’s freely available to every mind.
The jungle will tell you that
life always finds a way.
It will assure you that
it’s nothing personal,
purely just survival.
It’ll show you in its slow, gentle crawl
that time is the only law
because everything has an equal and opposite reaction
just like you are a product of your time
part of the ecosystem threading existence together.
The jungle will tell you to never fear,
because everything eventually gets taken
whether by a predator, a parasite, the government, the bank, life, or children.
It’s the way of the jungle.
Everything will return to sacred disorder
—it’s the only law worth abiding.