Laying on the harsh flat ground
and looking at the sky.
No clouds or starts there to be found,
the pale white hum of an electric firefly.
While my thoughts are swelling
yet hiding from the truth.
I guess there's no telling
if I've set off on something new.
As a spider walks crossed the ceiling
a path he makes alone.
It's obvious I'm done healing,
but this is something I have yet to show.