Digging In His Vault Of Loam

Seldom have I seen a Mole digging in his vault of loam his hands unworthy of a prayer as he lumbers above the earth meeting starlight the midnight's air. Heavenwards ever-so-rare threshing, he makes a dome St Paul's Cathedral is his home a sacramental hole, alone in his earthworm bowl. ~ or ~ He sits on a miraculous complex system navigating cities of minuscule microbes layers of mould and rich sediment seldom do we realise how much our lives depend on what's living in the dark. Seldom have I seen a Mole digging in his vault of loam his hands unworthy of a prayer as he lumbers above the earth meeting starlight the midnight's air. Heavenwards ever-so-rare threshing, he makes a dome St Paul's Cathedral is his home a sacramental hole, alone in his earthworm bowl. And there beneath, his scratching feet a metropolis community whispers let's pull all these vanquished stars this way we'll make their bodies out of living clay. Give thanks to us today. You moles interned in the dark that comes our way.