"Gritos"

It lies beyond
even the proverbial
"heart"
- though the heart
is good
it can be fickle...
And it is not of the
gut
though the word
"gutsy"
applies-
it lies deeper still.
It is core,
in the blood... like collective
memory.
It is felt with the body
as a whole-
is of sweat and viscera
sensual and skin.
It is a primal
howl
lusty yet fierce,
animalistic, but pure
as a newborn's cry.
It is a sound- vibrant
an exultation of joy
or of anguish-
the moan of the
wounded.
It is born of instinct
bursts forth unchecked-
is wild like fire.

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