closed mouths don’t get fed

i twist through branches

and push waves with my sighs 

i am that which blooms 

and whose petals fall the same night

my wires are acidic

can you hear me growl? 

always in your peripheral

you’ve never seen me in focus 

a glint in the forest 

I can’t blame you if you don’t notice 

pour oil on my gears

but I have to control the valve