Lend me hooks to climb upon
I cry into the middle of the night
Yelling to the old bird stuck in the trees
The old crow lingers on my wrist
It builds nests constructed out of my skin
I lie there on the ground
The time passes slowly
My body now merging with the dirt
Let me grow roots like trees
Let me touch the sky with my nose
Let my limbs hold houses for tiny souls.
I hope to live undying like they do.
Endless colossus of the forest.