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.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
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.