when i walk

i walk with alms

and though my arms will be covered

i know what lies beneath:

my very own manifest destiny.

wooly sheath, all passive

innocent

innocuous-

ye that shall infiltrate

shall know the depth of comprehension,

hang in the air like a spider's thread

sewing the seam

of this world and that-

ye that shall infiltrate

shall see the moon testify.

but too many ants burrow in this hole.

cold, mechanic, hollow-

thorax branded A for Anthill

bustle

feelers feeling for what?

groping, needing what?

too busy to run a finger down the seam

check for holes

see if it's straight

(though who cares if it isnt)

take a moment

stay awhile

isn't the night lovely

isn't it wonderous!

so eight legs are content 

creating naught but for herself and splendid selfish gains.

complex

complete

rationale missing

but i think it looks better without one,

don't you?

the moon sees it

chuckles good-naturedly

and shimmers on the dew drops

young and wet

like water babies.