Waiting in the Story - Mega Bog

What if I fought today

I wouldn’t own it any

Other time

What’s mine’s an empty coco-lime

Walnut in the shape I feel I may be

Old to die

Wander image, a glistening pool

Alright

Hear me

I am crawling back

Little crab child

With the gift of waiting on this hill

And listening

Tune it towards the best hour of evening

Watch your kid unwind

An abdomen of small snakes writhe

As eager as the steam of whoever’s heat

I’ll shimmer in the cold

Of letting it all go again

Mouthed a water droplet

Intensely hung for you

I see it always me, too

Hear me

I am crawling back

Little crab child

With the gift of waiting on this hill

And listening

Waiting in the story

I’m an inch away