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                the worm
                poked his head
                out of the earth
                and squinted at the morning air
                its little mouth smiled
                at the green leaf
                which scraped across the earth
                      to him
                an old friend
                his Guru
                from many lives back





earth wormhole: vision
leaves wormhole: ‘I stepped on a twig …’
lifetimes wormhole: grain
morning wormhole: grey air
smile wormhole: radar-blinking
sun wormhole: marketsquarefight