There is that in me.......I dnt know wot it is
but i know it is in me.
Wrenched and sweaty..... calm and cool then my body becums
I sleep........... I sleep long.
I dnt know it...,
it is widout name,
it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dicitionary or utterance or symbol.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who i m or wot I mean,
but I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
and filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fethch me at first keep encouraged,
missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere WaItInG fOr YoU...
