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Hymn to Earth

   
   
   
   
 
I found the idle skeleton  
of a lone deer out on the moor,  
half-visible, half-sinking    
into the bone-rich mud  
   
eye sockets empty; the skin  
quite gone as I considered  
how death is simply life  
with a free buffet.  
   
Often, I dream of what it must  
be like to sink into nothingness.  
To seep slowly into the liminal,  
to pour fuel into the abyss  
   
how Earth    
is always two parts green  
   
often ten parts silence
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by Northern_Soul
Published
Author's Note
Letters to the Old Ways
4/30
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