Iron John

January 13th, 2019

There is black mud in the forest which is calling me to feel it between my toes:
to know nothing of it —
to know it all as new
and with every second know it new as its goo changes under pressure:
No, not gives way but gives a way; a deep surrounding as the pads of my feet shift within its breathing sway:
I intuit it: I will feel it some moment a million moments from now in that black mud in shady forest when my foot shall sink and my heart release into the union of Earth and Water.
At the bottom of the mud I will find a footprint waiting for me.

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