PINE NEEDLES AND SWAMP GAS

deep evergreen forest dancing lights find a resting place a bed among the needles where i can decay night falls quickly swamp gas fills the air glimpse the monsters where they burrow, until they disappear i will become the mold i will be cloaked by the pines scorched by sulfur which overwhelms my head i will become the mold i will be cloaked by the pines blighted and lightheaded vertigo kneads us into an abstract portrait of the terrestrial and extraterrestrial, too