Our Nature Was x Starhawk’s song, taught by the speakers for the dead

Breath deep.

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Just getting out there - walking with a purpose

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 feel the pain

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just gives me something I can concentrate on

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where it lives deep in us

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cos wildlife really is what has kept me slightly sane

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for we live, still,

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I don’t feel I belong here but I have adopted this place

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in the raw wounds

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and decided to look after it as much as I possibly can

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and pain is salt in us, burning.

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The more you look the more you love.

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Flush it out,

collecting minnows,

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let the pain become a sound,

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watching little tadpoles in the little pools at the side

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a living river on the breath,

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disappearing as a hoard of children like Vikings

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raise your voice,

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down to the river because it’s a sunny day

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Cry out. Scream. Wail.

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I still have a sense of absolute thrill

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keen and mourn

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and I can always come here

 

for the dismembering of the world.