A little lower

In the trembling present
In the foothills of the mountain forest
In the greenery of buildings
In the subjectivity of opinion
A mind exists, and wanders
A mind active, escapist from focus, fleets.

In the boundary of cement and water,
Precisely on that shore,
Precisely where earth gets at,
Precisely there with so much cloud on top.

A heart wishes, a little lower, hopes, pulsating
A heart made of muscle,
A heart that dies alone.

In the immensity of it
An eagle catches the worm in flight
Decapitation of the small.
Thrown into the water.

A little lower. Hunted.
Eaten.