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Worm
Hiding in the sludge we make our way Through tunnels unseen to visions unseen by human eyes Moving earth through our bodies we swim through soil making currents around the stones excreting to nourish roots We give our sweat and scent to bring nutriments to the seeds that break the topsoil bringing us communion with the sky. It is this simple thing we do that matters to the trees that breathe oxygen to a suffocating orb of rock and ozone whose seismic gyrations erupt, flipping the script on mammals whose brains delude them to the fantasy of importance. We do not brag nor aggrandize and we will never boast. We eat earth, let our egos grow into separate beings dividing when it gets big enough to have its own opinion. This is how we breed. Blessing and releasing ourselves When the going gets extreme We begin again To feed the trees In the slow exhale Of being Alive. |
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