A word.
Whispering. Slithering.
In your ear.
A maggot inside. Twisting in its warning wrath.
Can you hear?
A blockage, Berlin’s wall.
Stones and a giant, Goliath.
Above you. Fall.
Body a wriggling worm
Inside you still a very core.
A being, admit your shadow inside
a closed tulip, yet petal’s stood tall.
If you’d just listen, surely it’d be clear.
Surely you could feel it all.
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