This looks like jump to me

You are a cockroach

you are a big cockroach crawling up a pegboard

the kitchen light suddenly shines

and you must get through to the other side

but testing every evenly spaced hole you find

your shoulders will never fit

and to get away you've got to fall.

                                                fall

or refuse to crawl and wait motionless

until inspiration with an overview filters through

or you die of hunger, lack of love, fear of death

or the outlandish hands of another angry animal

with a wisdom wiser

but infinitely useless as your own.

so you die. but now the big hands are gentle

and you receive a respite of thoughtlessness

and the garbage grave has warm chicken bones

and you don't care what happens to you

or the oldest species of proud recalcitrant insects

or procreating it or foraging a grubby kitchen sink

for food. the joy of making life is new. let go,

and through the night be carried carelessly along.