My feet tingle with energy,
Harmony spreading up through the earth,
A confusing cosmic high.
I am my own drug.
Battle rages inside and out
And a serpent gnaws on my toes.
Eyes open even when closed.
All too much, must fly,
Swim, gallop, jump, and crawl.
I am mosquito, born bearer
Of water, it is magic.
The world is dying,
And we are her immune system.
