The worms come out tonight

The worms come out at night,
Seeking release from the dark wombs of the earth.
Desire brings them out,
Desire, they themselves are.

The comfort of the dark starry sky
echoes the hugging comfort of the soil
Both places are untamed expanses
Where Desire roams free embedded.

As Desire turns to lust,
the worms begin to rust,
before they reach their graves,
in the light of dawn’s haze.

Desire dies tonight.
Again as it has always been.
Pent up or released,
Desire turned to dust.

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