he did not know if he
were tree, or a bug
under the bark

he asked himself
why do i crawl?
why am I so araid
of sunlight?

he knew that he was flat
and his soul
segmented

when the hummingbird came to him
and danced there on his flesh

he wanted for everything
that was him
to become everything
that was him

he did not know
if his breath
would fill the emptiness

he did not know
if his flesh was wooden
and reaching

he tried
lord, he tried
but it is so dark
beneath the bark.