Miles of Dirt

[Lucifer]

I feel as if this is a form that I should recognize, but I don't.  Is it a Rondel?
I love it though, although I'm not sure how worms or dirt translate anything.
cheers,
mel/bena

I just kind of came up with it. I'm glad to hear that it feels like a classical form. Also glad you liked it.

I wanted to capture that beauty and melancholy of nothingness, of sheer isolation. Songs don't sing, but they get written in the movements of the universe - they are there to be sung if there were singers.

Dirt and worms translating, as in transposing the daily cycles of movement into their own sort of life force. Like they're tspping into to the ancient source code of creation.