I wonder…
Is it abnormal to have a deeply unconscious yearning for oblivion?
To crave deep rest in the arms of the Mother Earth
To dig a well in the darkness and curl up to sleep the endless dreamless slumber of eternal release.
Some of us long for this return.
To belong to the beginning once more
To be planted among our primordial brethren…
To grow down below with the bugs and the worms and the fungi
To plug into the microbial layers
A blissful blanket
Heavy mama
Take me home.