It's a worms world
To live for, on, and of the land
experiencing the breath of God
the small races that clear the earth
from dirt
and make a sanctuary
The masters of fertile essence are
deep in the soil
making everything new
making everything great
again and again.
And the great novelists,
and all the great poets
missed out on the littlest thing
important enough
to make a new world,
just right under their feet.
Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-01-13 at 00:28




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