homeward bound

I want to dig myself deep
Deep Deep Down
into the dark loam
the motherearth dirt of it all
with the beetles + the cockroaches
the ants + the foxes
back into where I came.

I want to dig myself down
deep deep deep
into the loam
from where I came.

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Home calls.
Clean air. The darkest soil.
Rivers, redwoods, forests.
Renewal.
See you next week.