Reflection. Awareness. How am I still walking still breathing despite carcinogenic thoughts & feelings? Reflection. Ascension. How am I still drinking still eating despite reverberation in the earth's stomach? Feeding myself to feed you.
Feeding myself to feed you.
. . .
Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself, summon me personal heaven, please, summon me personal heaven.
Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse of the bare ground on concrete, asking heaven of the soil. Pleading.
Feeding myself to feed you. Happily happening, as but a terrible chance.