QUAGMIRE

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...