E R D A: A hymn to our planet 

    From the Earth –
    that fragrant womb of consciousness
    that terrestrial blanket beneath our feet
    that fertile loam and p
    lace which roots & tendrils seek
    we came.

    To the Earth –
    that patient soil of all possibilities
    that matrix in which worms feast
    that bed where countless creatures breed
    and museum with three bil
    lion years of history
    we return.


Lis: Who says we're from earth?

Ron: I always thought you wuz an alien.

Lis: Nah, i's jes a confused human traveling through time.

Lex: What if we actually don't come from anywhere? What if is this whole concept of coming 
     or going were a myth?

Ron: That kind of talking leads nowhere.

Lis: Anyway, earth 'za nice metaphor. Perhaps we should remember not to pollute it too much. 
     In many ways the earth is our 'skin'.



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from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY: An acrostic ode to marine consciousness and conversation about negativity.
KEYWORDS: littoral awareness, oceanic consciousness, criticism, complaining games

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - )
Begun: 1993 Shizuoka ✠ Finished: 2020 2022 Yokohama
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ESPAÑOL:  https://www.tnewfields.info/es/c-tierra.htm
NIHONGO:  https://www.tnewfields.info/jp/daichi.htm
ZHŌNGWÉN: https://www.tnewfields.info/zh/dadi.htm