Upon the birth of the worm it eats and kills
And eats and eats and kills all mandibles
Can reach, devour to the stem, everything edible
Must be taken, a hunger so profound, be still
Then, after all that hunger and death and rampage,
And fall into the self, wind up the roped,
Bind into a prison self-imposed,
an exile of days in silent penance in the cage,
Upon rebirth, renewed, a peaceful life of love
Fly among the flowers and help them make seed
Seek love among the leaves and blossoms, move
Where winds blow accepting all storms, all deeds
Imagine there’s a wolf that stops wolfing,
Becomes a goofy pup again and so loving.
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