this overwhelming nature of flesh and blood,
scent, charisma and mind,
mind blows, ressurects itself to anew,
to start fresh,
to grow where the glowing began,
inside stomach where seed was planted,
and flowers grew tall,
until mouth became full,
overwhelming,
the mind becomes heavy,
dreary with fantasies formed out of lethargy,
my mind ticks,
like ants thudding, running a melody across my mind,
hot summers day beaming,
its as if I have a fever,
do not understand why I disgress,
deviate from what is causing me to feel grey,
maybe hibernation is coming early,
winterslaap ready to let me rest,
let me rest lord,
the soul is tired,
yet I am hungry.