So let the world flow in, we must.
We must be physical with the world,
engaged in relation, experience ourselves
in relation, orientation, with the insects,
we, as we exist to them, not north not south,
but directed to dirt, here within and without earth.
We must be physical with the world
to really love and know, else we surpress.
Smooshed into cement,
between commerical breaks,
the delicate detail of life sucked out
and discarded.
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