Sequestered to the silent fringes,
i'm just a lowly and earthen worm
thirsting to wriggle into the depths
of the dark musty soil of your soul.
Wasted my time fingering tall grass fields
wishing posey petal friendly faces lifted up
or the misty, foggy dew bounty hovering cool
across your solitude and webbed mind.
Exiled past the thin wire fence edges
i'm just a looming caw of raven, sharp
beady-eye watching the lacey filigree branches
layered and stretching your forest chest.
To dream i am welcomed into your heart,
its tiny mossy cottage, moist and lush
i 'd termite burrow into the wooden planks
and, finally, i might find a peaceful home.
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