RE: Holo-blooms

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Holo-blooms

in poetry •  6 years ago 

Praise the simple impotence
of life in frigid forms!
This body, naught but spirit dust:
the heartly home of worms.

Favorite stanza! We're all just "food for worms" at the end of the day and yet there's something soothing about that idea as you present it in this stanza.

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