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.

Happily happening.