Look what happens when the sun comes out

look what happens when the sun comes out
we turn our bellies to the shiny rays
gape and yawn and fill our mouths
our little furry hands we splay
stretching up towards the sky
the dewy beads evaporate
the warmth soaks in
the cold of the presvious night
is shaken off is slaked away
the ground awakes
the visibility of our breath evades
twisting the obfuscating angles
though as natural in the dark it be
omnipresent our direction
we permeate this concrete jungle
and its halogenic canopy
what could we be
through the fog and steam
and sharp wide seams between the trees
we seem to see so much diffently
take the occuslither
kaleidascoping forest filter
as a part of our tetrachromacy
everything thats to be seen
we see
sub ceiling
sub base
sub terra
sub nature
rub our grippy little fingers tips along the bark
the core experiences touch like the skin can sense the heart
synapses flash like the furs own fire spark
miselium communicates in time with the pinching birth of stars
sub base core word crown
we gather up the simple elements that draw us near to propogate
a single dimension we could not possibly
alone through walk
PROLIFERATE