Unable to express their own demise

As innocent as children that reach out yearningly

Their hearts are so haplessly underdeveloped

And I am not a good player in this

recognizing your own shortcomings

is the worst.

But it’s true.

Its honest and it’s self-actualizing

And it’s uncomfortable

we prevail. In such a way

on heavy tracks

they saunter

into the unknown

unable to perceive the forest for the trees

I ask myself

What my role in this matter should be.

Often.

21/100

The blue hour

beginning so suddenly

that it could hardly be said that it happened at all

the fireflies  with their persistent

hallucintationesque sex ritual

parodying something that I have been so shy to say

the kodama came out

as children looking for players in a kickball game.

it made me smile through my being

I had to graciously decline

“I am too heavy to play in your dimension”

But I will be coursing through the green for the rest of the night

I will proliferate with you.

In you.

As you.

In the very least; I can see you.

I can feel you.

And while I would desperately love to play.

The mosquitos drink my human flesh.

The ticks transmit diseases to me in this reality.

But I will join you soon enough

Share in this night with me

As we wander through the dark

into other dimensions
slipping from this one