Snakes Our Ground (Weatherbox)

I cannot think of anything to think aboutI search the folds of my brain I stretch myself towards my destination We ate roots and sat I traced pitter-patterns in the grass See where the wind blows me See where the earth throws me See where the fire draws me See where the water calls me We ate roots and sat I traced pitter-patterns in the grass We ate roots and sat Beneath the tree-twists and the gas You watched me go insane (They chased me down, they ate my insides out) And you loved me just the same And only I can tame (They are burying me now, there is dirt in/on/about/around my dead mouth) The growing beasts in my brain Is this normal? Where does this animal begin? Is this normal? What's this running through my skin? We ate roots and sat I traced pitter-patterns in the grass We ate roots and sat Beneath the tree-twists and the gas I melted and Watched your mouth moving