I'M LOW.  LOWER THAN THE ROOTS AND WORMS AND FLESH BENEATH.  SATURATED, BEATEN AND GROUND INTO PIECES OF AXIOMATIC NOTHINGNESS.  YET I STILL INSIST TO THRIVE.  YOU WALK THROUGH ME, WHILE SPITTING IN MY EYE.  I TAKE WHAT I CAN AND ABSORB THE TRUCULENT CONTENTS.  YOU EAT MY KNEES AND BURY ME ALIVE.  I STILL FIND A CREVICE TO SIP FROM.  SURVIVING ON HUBRIS AND A REALITY CREATED BY A MIND MADE OF MAGIC DIRT.  YOU LOOK AT MY BREATHING CORPSE AND WISH IT WOULD VANISH.  YET IT STAYS.  IT WON'T GO AWAY.  THE REFLECTION IS YOUR SHADOW FOR LIFE.  DISCARNATE SPITTING BACK AT YOU.  VINES SPLITTING YOUR LUNGS.  THE ATMOSPHERE EXHALES YOUR EXISTENCE.  I'M LOWER THAN YOU.  BENEATH THE ROOTS, THE WORMS AND THE FLESH.