K.R.Prior
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Gaia
that’s the earth
her eyes are closed
always asleep
she’s dreaming us
we don’t have free will
she does
her motions
determine us
what made us
what makes us
what eats us
what you call the soul
as much as all the rest
think of the size
the scale
her weight, our weight.
we’re a few of her dust mites.