Til we tumble

I am the bird at the bottom, lie on me, I beg, there is no pain in it, my loves. I am the bird at the bottom, cannot see above, further than the bird atop my chest, I breathe, and breathe best when there is something pressing down. I am the bird at the bottom, there may be anything below, there is no way for me to know unless we fall, unless we all are tumbled. But til then, I am the bird at the bottom, breathing, breathing.