Gnat

Tiny black flyer,
we'll call him 'Gnat',
leaves the leaves
his decaying heaven beside the stream
to hang with me. 
to hang in the air
right between my eyes
Only distinguishable from the 
dangling shadowy spiders and small 
deep black spots in my eyeballs
by the independent motion.
(You have independent motion,
you may go...)
Maybe it's the glasses;
I don't need them to walk, but, you know,
The glorious beauty of the entire world is never enough.
One must check their phone occasionally.
So, walking and shooing, shoeing and swatting
Until annoyance mothers intention;
Stop, observe, and smash. 
The tiny corpse in the palm confirms the kill.
until
10s of yards later, there is another.
Right between the eyes.
We go through a similar tragic drama.
10s of yards down the path,
there's another.
At this point I think what if it's the same 
Gnat reborn, again and again, saying
"what was that all about?"
Maybe it's an old friend
who took a bad turn on the wheel of karma
what is the important message they are spending lifetimes trying to get across to me?
well, maybe there is no message. maybe it's just 
the pure animal attraction.
Relationships remain a mystery to me.