Into The Trees

there in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing

or white lung, when your well will you stay

since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring

which one does endure

4 walls of day: and that alone

no empty hallway for you bearing the

100 bright light blocking doors of luck

and here in the favor of life i will

contrive no device against expectation, only announce

i have learned to respect the color yellow

by cum and by egg

and laid low into creature

then

cast out in the one cold of all names.