will I be hidden next
cleaning my toes
a figure in the landscape
without which there is
no landscape
whether fallen into the sink
or risen up through the pipes
baby lizard gets trapped
how can there be a world
based on everything eating
everything else to survive
what nourishes my soul
more than the idea of a soul
even if I don’t want to believe in it
it’s the light that eats me
but the darkness
spits me right back up
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