Like a hungry dog with its nose to the ground

You are one thing then become something else

Something buried in the ground dug up

Spin spin spin lie down

Tracks of delirious feet

I can’t tell if I’m getting emptier or fuller

No motion or motion but

Same same everything

Reading while reflected in a window

Life’s mysteries

sequence inside out it could even shuffle 

Or differently pinned hard like butterfly wings

dig up an old bone

Nvm, reveal a new one tearing paper meat 

Low budget tongue out marker dreams taped box