Slowly the worm moves
grinding down the random
dance we do.
Fixating the creation
in the natural
complex of divination.
The worm doth reach into reach.
A little glimmer of hope
as we remember
three great asymptote.
Symmetrical asymmetry
by the waters
determined free.
The worm doth dance eternal.
Starry night of life
decaying
the summer haze.
Morning fields of heat
I understand
you say to me.
The worm is love.
Between light and truth
it sets us free
in what we do.
Oh bless the worm that teach the fire and the flood.
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