The earth eats us,
slice by slice, the moon brightens
into coins over our eyes.
There are earthworms that glow
in the underground dark.
I hope we meet, in good time.
Anything that can light its own way,
to greet and eat, is no indifferent guide.
This no mean feat, on our side.
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