Burrow

Vines twist with life,

And churns her cauldron astir,

Over mine –

Hag of the mill –

Still armed and journeying,

I cast my eyes to Earth

From human realms outcast,

An Earth hug from hag of the mill, who grooms me with pain and love, I writhe, perfecting,

Never perfect in Gods Form

I think I’m best when, 10 abreast taunts come and laughter clashes on my eardrum,

I disappear into space air

Leave maggots there, to feast on their own corpse

Morning comes, as I return, lost in this land, outside, on Earth, I settle my eye, my soul burrows, into Earth,

Always Earth

To live and return, to fall in love which moves like a vine, shapeshift, twist, and fuck, but does it not be the urge of Life?

This upon one?

And that’s the way the world is,

Compassion in her cruelty,

I bend to her, I bend to you, cause to me, you’re what I’ve always dreamed of, life become

Earth, I’m mortal –

I love,

Always Earth

Above