Kingdom, Come

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KINGDOM, COME


Here is a certain summons 

which includes even the earth-


worms, whose emergence from the dirt

is an enigma still to the experts 


at the Earthworm Society 

of Britain, who reluctantly 


admit that “though there are 

a few theories, it is not fully under-


stood why earthworms come 

up to the surface when it rains.”


And this is understandable, given 

that theories of all sort have proven 


time and again to fall short 

of adequate explanation for 


this odd insistence that—even if

it kills us—we make our way to light.



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