This is (too, just a) season.

They say we are worms. 

The way we move in the compact earth 

gives us the illusion of power. 

Deep down, undiscovered,

we are heralds of greater things. 

You watch. 

You'll see. 

Do you hear

the drums beating? 

I want to honour your absence 

and banish your existence... 

I am tired. 

The earth is warm.