I see a snake slithering aside my feet,
But I move not to distract it.
I feel a centipede moving up my leg,
But I move not to disturb it.
I sence the worms are squirming upon my back,
But I move not to destroy them.
I know the spider’s working up the back of my neck,
But I move not to remove it.
Of all these things which crawl on me,
Salvation I can not find.
For that which lies beneath my skin,
Lies only in my mind.