A poet says, you can't erase,
The forest from an animal's mind,
It may be caged, it may be oppressed,
But it never lose its wild rage.
The forest of our Vast Unconscious,
Haunts and teases every one of us,
It pulls, it impels, to Instinct's bed,
The forest of Africa dominates the head.
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