Deeper than words
Cows get it, do we
Said the poet to the grass
How do you read me?
Lie in me
Let me feel who you are
I have no eyes
You are not a book
Your spine is lumpy and long
Not straight and bound
Words flow through you
Making sounds like rocks splitting
in the springtime thaw
Lie here and keep me warm
I have no worms
To penetrate my depths
Words: simulacra of my thoughts
Shallow and plain
Cured into hay for winter
Hold my ruminations
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