Filthy animal

I get motivated by
nothing much;
just the connections
between sun and face-up.

so sometimes it can be
still,
sunning like some filthy
animal in some pure,
place- who builds a block,
and forces stop the burns,
knowing which is what,
i go back to the heat.

will it, or push- it does matter;
the eyes have it and you, bunched;
terry cloth, and bound;
will skill or luck tell my fortune-
I don't know as I flip over and
sun my back.