The Language of Land Unfound | By Ariel Elia by Her Words published on 2020-09-17T17:38:19Z THE LANGUAGE OF LAND UNFOUND By Ariel Elia Wild is the name. Bugs and furry things are what I sleep with. Time is forgotten on the shore. Grass high and royal here. I take lunch by me. Words are less when you are seen. Fresh to rotting is the experience. Being the unknown is unknown to us. Breathing in clear air, good air. These flowers are my decoration, you like? Bouncing fish and clawing seagulls are my entertainment. I unwelcome you to my palace. — Copyright © 2020 by Ariel Elia Genre Poetry