i have heard about this nabout walking into roomsnand flooring covered with snakeskinsnoh snakesins how i wanna crawl back in nto them like sleeping bags nand i need things like i need paper thin finsn nhow i envy the herringsnalways on their way nin easy flashes ntiny lightnings nglinting nlike sparks when wolves nstrike flintnnwhile i feel like i am swimming through stonenso i'll hold my brain out of the waternas i swim my remains back to himncause the last thing that i need is a wet brainnduring the hurricane nso i'll rest my weary headnbetween the eagrets beaknso i can hear you sing nthe salmon eggs to sleepnwith the songs of the wildn ni thought the coast was clearni thought the coast was clearnbut i'm wading through dead skeetersnthrough wriggling larvanand the blood suckers nand i've never sucked blood before thisnand i've never sucked blood before thisni've never sucked blood before thisn nand i knew betternbut i walked right in againnand there is that floor all coverednwith owl pelletsni examine the tiny bits nin wonder and decaynall mystified nat the little skeletal ngloriesni wonder what went on in the rabbits holenand how these tiny things cannot seem to escapenuntil we are left with snakeskin nand matted furnhair thinnoh hair thin nbones.