the jungle does not know i am here

my temple, my temple

how filled you are, how holy
and uncaring you are of me

as it should be

if as i slept you were ever to stop
and wait for me
i would not forgive you

the moment you realize me you will shrink and
when these bugs stop biting i will hate you
please do everything while i’m not looking

as it should be

as it is
i am not here