The bugs are creeping
with their tiny diseases
into my mouth
to invade the planet of self
For one reason
and one reason only.
The worms are inching,
with their desire to dig
sinuous holes in the fabric of self
via the path of my eyeballs
for that reason only
and not any other.
The saints are crawling
with their bloodied up hands
into my brain
to invade the last preservation of self
for no reason
no reason at all.
Until i stop moving.
Stop moving at all.
The bugs are creeping
with their tiny diseases
into my mouth
to invade the planet of self
For one reason
and one reason only.
The worms are inching,
with their desire to dig
sinuous holes in the fabric of self
via the path of my eyeballs
for that reason only
and not any other.
The saints are crawling
with their bloodied up hands
into my brain
to invade the last preservation of self
for no reason
no reason at all.
Until i stop moving.
Stop moving at all.
