It rained last night
and it will rain again and again
after each dry spell -
the planet has always understood
the benefits of hydration.
The ground of being, being mind-clay
will reconfigure a muddy tale,
then poetry (or whatever speaks
in riddles and earthy visons
claiming to be the most profound
of witless squiggle’s)
will surface to inscribe its thoughts
upon a fluid reality.
Writhing, writing worms
will...
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