An intellectual lives a life of mind
Stretching and twisting synapses and neurons until
Fast as lightning, it is able to answer any hypothesis
Mathematical, scientific, cultural, or theoretical
A laborer lives a life of muscle
Bending and pushing repeatedly until
Sinews thicken and grow tensile strong and
The bolt loosed, the house built, the car runs
The child lives a life of eyes
Absorbing and witnessing swirling action
From the screen, from the kitchen table, from the desk
Taking in all with equal parts
Yet there is sometimes a calling, so seductively deep
That pushes to live another life
A life deeper, savage, and noble
Not of minds, nor eyes, but of feet
It is a beast stirring in the confines of the chest.
It is an urgent thumping drive to run.
Go harder, faster, mad, and free
until you feel the heart boom
Within, a lighthouse beacon.
Surrender into the wide primordial knowledge
called instinct. Fear twitching waiting for
danger to pass its panther dark shadow before you.
Death elusive, omnipresent
Eat or be eaten
Run and run and climb, and hide.
Crawl through mud, eat with the sharp of your teeth,
feel the strain of your arms, the tremble of your legs,
and the bloody footprints of your mud caked feet.
Screams that know not language, only meaning.
Snarl, sweat, tear, rip, grasp, throw.
Hunt, run, survive, live, die.
Live as deep as your feet
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