Thursday, January 22, 2009

she hides
from the earths
surface
and sings
songs
to worms
and ancient
minerals
and pours
out her soul
to mushroom
embryos

and sometimes
when I am
crossing the perilous
devide
I fall into
step with the
songs
rhythms

I interpret
them
as hymns
to
slow
deteriorations

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