Beneath
there are tender tendrils creeping and tiny life forms masticating digesting excreting out the transformed dead we feed each other we eat each other we scatter and lay and dampen and decay and the tiny veins take us over take us down slowly slowly we cross the ground until we are broken and fall slowly slowly we hasten towards death transform our withering we eat each other we are fed drift down through the layers and be consumed mycelial skin coating devouring slowly slowly the soil is patient we are patient soil we carry and are carried across and down we filter it all through us and we are dispersed in the quiet dark of the earth the mosses and lichens and liverworts the microbes and tiny bugs ants and shadows break down the broken and dead we are steadily transformed we are not waiting we tend to this every moment (solve et coagula) the soil feeds us and we feed it it is patiently waiting feeling our weight as we move across and down into the tender tendrils the arms and mouths of the quiet dark earth Comments are closed.
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March 2020
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