In-Sect

Load of cares, we plod on our way

A certain addiction to light

Leftovers and gick, a bottle of hay

The burrow has been furnished right

Shaggy paws, bronzed chitin, membranous pinions

Look out your best to avoid the fall into somebody's clutches



Relative truth keeps on the alert

Good reasons to gain height

Commodious instincts are wide on the mark

Our memory is a blank



I am an insect of an amazing world

I praise my essence sticking to the rules

Of the communion sliced into huge folds

Hail to my presence with a tremendous boom



Crawl, stir, creep, hiss



An edible larval chrysalis



Self-assured conceited creatures

Appointed virtues

Unfamiliar with reflection

Tiny resourceful destroyers

Lethal beauty, fatuous orgasms

A voluptuous trend

Elaborate traps, a proficient chasm

Routine mortal hours



I am a human, tetchy and insane

Reincarnative with my clasping sting

I am a monster of some other kind

Hail to my progress in heart-rending fright



Tread, sneak, fuss, preen