words,
worms,
wriggling rings,
working inches below the surface,
in sublime dirt,
murky & vague,
recycling the world's compost.
and above we play guessing games;
eye-spy and hangman;
trying in vain to describe our seemingly acute dreams,
until we each realise it's safer to slur than pronounce,
as it's safer to slide than to stick.
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