I graze soft flesh and skin

of my face, and claw at 

the bones of my soul, give

it back to the earth, some

type of undivine truth,

atheism, repenting

The world offers itself,

to those who look deeply,

it prays simplicity,

(maybe the more whole we

make ourselves, the more whole

we will be)maybe it 

is that simple(maybe

The prairie animals 

do know best and)content-

ment really is that clear, 

I know simplicity,

I am able to feel

(hatred, joy, and disgrace the

people and things earth holds)

Though, through and through(truths, lies)

I am still a lone piece,

(of nothing but beauty,

as i see it)and I

taking pride, respect(earth),

that decision, which made,

shows life of intention

My dissatisfaction 

mocks the earth and regrets 

my existence, however,

beauty, irrevocably,

is seen in the conscious:

A mother can have sex,

(and just as similar)

a daughter can have sex,

and naturally, we

forget to surrender

(To the present moment),

and intervene the wild

family of worldly,

unaccounted for (moments)