Poem: The Mind of a Worm

The Mind of a Worm

When I read your poems
I wanted to write poetry
When I saw the great paintings
I wanted to paint
And when I spied that black worm, curled
underneath the dish-rack
I longed for its blindness
it slowly dying I

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