Rat

when we return to our base of instincts

Crawl and curve unto ourselves

Shedded and protected against the world

As the moss grows over

And the bugs and caterpillars crawl inside us 

when we return to lie upon the ground 

The soils gathering within our corneas

As my feet tap dance upon the barren

And my bones run deep into the river streams

i feel only breathing,

and i do only that.