Dig the body whole.

by on September 9, 2018 :: 1 comment

Dig the body whole,
A proper vessel’s hollow;
Six feet at a time, fold
Your shovel into the shallow.

Pull grief stones to surface,
Wet dirt easier to plow,
Make the system nervous,
Centralize all feeling now!

Dig the body clean,
Toxins fit in quite well,
Till comfort zones spring
Up and health hard to tell.

Push off with force from habit,
Let bad thoughts be composted.
If optimism’s hard to grab at,
Try being lightly toasted!

editors note: From root to rhyme; (de)compose yourself. - mh clay

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