Twhi Das'tersk Llaf, Escom Hemt
This very night, I
stood out in the wind,
healing wounded skin,
and dug my hands in,
to the soft, earth soil...
The worms inched out,
coming from the weeds,
exclaiming their need,
their will to be freed,
so I left them home.
While all the other
creatures slept that night,
the worms shared no fright,
they made their own light,
for the worms never sleep.
And I wondered at this,
why we must slumber,
while worms in lumber
eat meals by number
and the earth refills.
But I feel I should
continue sleeping,
though my reasoning
is all just feeling,
I lay down to dream.
The next night, I plan
to stand in the wind,
heal my wounded skin,
put my hands back in,
to the cool, earth soil...
This very night, I
stood out in the wind,
healing wounded skin,
and dug my hands in,
to the soft, earth soil...
The worms inched out,
coming from the weeds,
exclaiming their need,
their will to be freed,
so I left them home.
While all the other
creatures slept that night,
the worms shared no fright,
they made their own light,
for the worms never sleep.
And I wondered at this,
why we must slumber,
while worms in lumber
eat meals by number
and the earth refills.
But I feel I should
continue sleeping,
though my reasoning
is all just feeling,
I lay down to dream.
The next night, I plan
to stand in the wind,
heal my wounded skin,
put my hands back in,
to the cool, earth soil...
