The Amazon in the night: Deep, is the feeling here. The air is hot, thick, like moving through mud. Spiders are shifting the shadows – the shadows are never still here. Jaguars, with shoulder blades that slice slice back and forth – Prowling – that is how things move in the jungle. Packs of people, wild dog ghosts, moving between the jungle fires. Everything shrouded in trees and smoke. There is constant thunder, the sky has a heartbeat of rythmic lightening. Fireworks are exploding the darkness, people are shooting lighting from their mud huts as they weld jungle machienes in the rain. Eating strange fruits. Sweating. Searching for leaves big enough to wrap my whole body inside. Insects taking tiny bits of my blood back to the trees – paying the jungle tax.


~ by warpaintandwandering on October 29, 2015.

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