as an earthworm touched

by a twig, a string curling

wildly to refuse the knot.

raw and sensate, dotted

with bits of soil like ellipses

of motion.

the same light's kept on in

the darkened ends of its

tunnel.

as your own.

a pulse in the earth, enriched

by a blackness that contains

immovability.

to surface therefrom, putting

the best of nakedness to shame--

streaming the gravity of

enlightening experiences.

turned continually over, as

if to freefall to the sky.