Creatures, creatures you are my Teachers

I've lost control of my insides they are everywhere on the floor
On your head.

Its a disgust
and you are immaculate.

Daedalus made me with virtuous intentions,
but my conscious melts when I am too close to light.
And I can't refract you into anything beautiful through me.

Force is not something to commend
and rightly knowing I continue to press matters
of which I hold no clout

an insect is more noble than me
that it will press onwards with drive and direction
and I will watch it in my lazy stupor.

I am the pitiful creature.

Hooting and Howling- Wild Beasts