Ravens have spoken to me, a bat has flown in me. Hung by eager hands, beholder of my mind. The ribbon made of twine viciously taking of my life. 9th night in the woods my hollow body to the ground. Bare feet upon the earth bare hands mangled. I will not consume what has foretold my life as I was born just to admire. Naked on the wet floor of the forest. Admirer of life.