like god-like
the animal in me knows very well
nature is our teacher, our leader, and our lover
and god is just another story that we tell
and you're trying not to grasp-not to start grasping
at straws -or sticks- or stones
just learn how to sit inside your sadness
even if you're sitting there alone
it's just like Icarus ascending
never intending to look back
nature's law and your tragic flaw
I find descending
flying into the arms of a Venus flytrap
guzzle till the buzzer stops
