there are still all these insects
so we know
we have life support

we have a lamp in a window
seen through the trees
sung to by all these insects of the night

Some preservation of life
is implied in the meaning
of living yourself

In a long strand, multiplying
competing and eating
in a kind of unconscious sharing

The rest of the world runs along your side
with sweet little feet, these tiny ones
descended from dragons,
splitered to bits by their own breath

In the end, the largest creatures give the most when they die,
but they seek to take forever,
they seek to keep taking,
but must, one day,
give back.