Saturday, July 9, 2011

On the Road

Earthworms on the pavement
Crawling, inching, dragging
In long straight lines
Towards a destination they cannot know
Is just the same as the one they've left
Dreaming of cool soft comfort
Oblivious to dangers winging above
As time's heated passage exsiccates their lives
How many will be quick enough
To reach earthworm Nirvanna?
While countless others remain
Mute and mummified testimony
To desiccated dreams

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