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the nature of it (poem)

By veldmon (Sun May 14, 2006 at 01:54:34 AM EST) grass, bark, ant, shivers, clouds, rain, puddles, rock, squirrel, fire, callus, stars, God, bees, WD-40 (all tags)

Sometimes I stare at the grass and appreciate the beauty of nature. I like to pull bark off trees and sniff it, occasionally snorting an ant or two. The coolness of the wind gives me the shivers. I dig shallow holes with my bare hands so that "dirty" will mean more than "unclean" to my soul.

The clouds provide the rain that I drink. I admire the puddles that I helped to create. The rock misses the squirrel by a few inches. If I was that bird, I'd attempt to peck the squirrel's eyeballs. How long before it's dry again. A fire must burn. The flames flicker beneath my hand. The callus will melt away.

The stars move only when I do. God is communicating with me. Daylight arrives too soon. The buzzing of the bees concerns me. WD-40 weighs heavily on them. I stomp to end the suffering.

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