huddle and pray

huddle beneath the earth

the earth

 i fell so damn pristine

ode to the sight of the sky

the sky

 i am a mean machine

u missed my mouth

my ever moving, changing glance

u missed yr move

yr only chance

i feel nothing

i feel it all

some days short

but most days tall

i am the soil

beneath my nails

i am just bones

i am so frail

eager yet

disengaged

powdered nose

feathered rage

if this is how I’m sposed to be

count me out

one, two, three