Earth sound
Memories of big bang creation
Cremate the moment
It was born
With these words
Meant for earth worms from soil
That you can't ever seem to find
With hands dry
Emptiness of holes burrowed
Searching to be continued
Wait for the rain to come & the days after
Two muddy hands & a full bucket
Constructed carry of warehouse machine
Plastic pellets & hardened beads....
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