Primal, Tribal

When it’s too hot to do anything but fuel up.The current Spring season has been whirling me around.

I am so dizzy, but a good dizzy,

An Alice in Wonderland dizzy,

A dancing around the May pole dizzy.

For it is Walpurgisnacht coming up in the southern hemisphere.

I can feel Frey all around me.

I feel a fire inside of me,

I can feel my primal urges,

I feel tribal,

I feel my ancient ancestors.

I feel the urge to dance around a fire,

To bang my fists on the ground,

To stamp my feet around so loud,

Until the Gods feel every vibration I am sending out.

A need to journey to places in my mind,

So far inside myself,

Places that I have never been before,

Places that only the primal, the tribal within can get to.

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