are you the beauty of my naked bough
squishing the earth beneath your naked toes
arching around my naked bark
embracing, engulfing me naked, stark?
sometimes, I hear voices that do ring
in between the living and dying,
are these voices of silence that sing?
someone drew a line between this earth and this sky
somewhere along this line, let's entwine, you and I.
sometimes, in the dark, when earth and sky combine,
a worm wriggles without words
another wriggles back to life.
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