Powder Post

Since I fell off the grid
I formed the plan to keep plummeting
Through the map, tunnel into the wood it was pinned onto
So dust fills my ears
I'll carve rivers here
I could get used to the distant howling
Eating bug shoes

Yes I know I'm powder post, so my head still shows
My body's in the sawdust
Leaving holes, I blister false and don't stop once
With razor legs I caught up
Lesser pests will need more steps, I'll sink ships yet
By chewing through the awning