Mind Beetle

Only when it moves. Then it becomes central.

As a mere movement

                   first realised

                                         then still

another    fuzzy-edging my vision

running and stopping   scooting into

                                      my eye

                 a Black & Tan fact of

                     a beetle

                      stealth its own shadow

 

It wanted only one corner of my land

                                 upon to pass

discreet as an undertaker in the room

beetling across it see

   the wall's trespass never minded

                     but never entered my mind

should've it.

 

See seeing startled hearing up 

to trick it with static and hearing

           feeling                                

Neck    ankle      back  

pricking me with a hundred

beetles I rose and

 

chased a corner

     full of beetle.