Self portrait from my spiderwebs

drenched in milky moonlight, i climb
up to my home in the tangled branches, among my webs.
rain plummets onto soft blades of grass,
from the spiderwebs i see myself in puddles of water;
the ever-changing reflection i know i must confront.
i am stuck between the comforting earth and the freeing sky,
a malfunction where the body meets the mind.
i have a hunger that eats at me;
the eternal hunger to have a body made of moonlight;
constellations as my bones,
planets for eyes,
to be everything
and nothing
all at once.