Now I, solomnly sat upon this lifted ray of light

the ants accept me now as never before

steering clear from my body as to not shake me

they know i don’t allign, they sense my specialties shine

cross roads and dark matter

i never crossed that highway

so tell me why i mustn’t die.

uncle up there upon your impish cloud tell me.

if the day must never end, why can’t i chase the sun?

i see my legs are but pale

as too my mind is frail

but i beg, as i shan’t inquire

uncle within all wind,

won’t you whisk me thick, white and translucent, sire?

you gave me your number but refuse to speak,

if at all; For my certainty in your glory.

And then beat my eggs one by one, a son, yours, is undone - wrapped then in foxtail-wire and drenched.

you scored my cheek with your psalm

but the heavens vaporised down onto him, you’re mist.

how do you hear us and insist we wouldn’t hound

we are burning from beneath because of you’re becoming.

Alas comrades, we do not give in to the heat

he who has heed the fierce hoard once

shall rise,

climbing heat, still,

for he is asleep now, in our magma crust.