The Earth Sings

The syllables
Stressed and unstressed
When life’s rhythm goes offbeat
Go to the pub when it is dark
To sing and dance
To drink and make drunk
In assorted ways

Me clogged
Too cold and hot
When living goes unjust
Goes manic to the lowest deeps
To creak and sigh away
Ruffling the surface
In such sheer frustration

Do you mind?

Me drifts
Me quakes
Me purges

To reshuffle
To cleanse
To breathe

Do you mind?

Wounded and sick
You call it calamity
I try to heal me-self
For you

Do you mind?


When will you mind?


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