Insectinside
I fell off a leaf
And descended like an elephant with a torn parachute,
A sparrow with marrow wings,
I was a statue suddenly lifted by a feather,
In a chaotic pace, placed, into a cramp contorted space,
I watched giants conversing,
Mountains nursing and monoliths perching,
Like larks foreboding our marches,
Wish I could speak to the wind,
With clipped wings,
Beg for the sun to move over head again,
The seeds will grow next feast,
My leaf will carry another,
But this world will still change,
The same way it has.. forever,
Whispers spoken, through a crickets legs,
To describe the night can be safe, and not only for the dead
I march
Only accepting the pieces attached,
Until the spider makes my suit,
Or Venus traps me with a grin
And descended like an elephant with a torn parachute,
A sparrow with marrow wings,
I was a statue suddenly lifted by a feather,
In a chaotic pace, placed, into a cramp contorted space,
I watched giants conversing,
Mountains nursing and monoliths perching,
Like larks foreboding our marches,
Wish I could speak to the wind,
With clipped wings,
Beg for the sun to move over head again,
The seeds will grow next feast,
My leaf will carry another,
But this world will still change,
The same way it has.. forever,
Whispers spoken, through a crickets legs,
To describe the night can be safe, and not only for the dead
I march
Only accepting the pieces attached,
Until the spider makes my suit,
Or Venus traps me with a grin
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