i do not inhabit a body like the other creatures here

they scuttle away from my shadow as if i were 

designed to kill them i would only play god

to euthanize the last-of-a-species runt like myself 

 

i do not believe i fulfill more than a niche

if organisms had a collective understanding of the existential

there would be a mass extinction heard as a whimper

the fawn stops running when it knows it's a vessel for the fungus 

 

i do not remember how i came here

but the sky is withering into twilight and soon

i will be left with grainy-haze vision 

as my eyes adjust to the passing curtain

 

i do not welcome this natural circumstance because

there is no consolation in knowing

that night marks the departure of consciousness

and the drab haze that clouds my eyes

is like the entropy in this callous universe 

soon my brain will become inert and room temperature

 

 

i do not suppose in the twenty seconds of free-fall 

i will reconsider my position

or will I?