things I have been thinking about
AFTER
In again, out again,
the life of some little insects,
that seep way too deep into my brain.
Like flowers that speak,
or skies that scourn.
Nature is back behind me again.
"Whisper", she says.
"Whisper it to yourself,
and than look over your shoulder.
I will be gone.
I am here to begin with you.
I am here."
