This animal is going down,
me – indubitably, inevitably,
not yet, hopefully not soon,
but sometime – down.
Not up.
Up is overrated
overstated,
overblown,
over priced.
Over and out.
Beyond is beneath,
not above all else,
but down – below,
fundamental,
within the what of is,
my roots and rhizomes
tangle-dance in matter .
Up is unearthly, unsubstantial,
ethereal, abstract, unreal.
I would be upset if upended from earth.
My loyalty adheres to humus, loam, and clay.
The fate of all life made of dust – is dust.
Our human glory –
we, conscious of our fate, choose to live –
joyfully.
.