Poetry idea i sing to the worm in my own way as it squirms its multiple ends—it is sliced—a tragedy! but no, aren't we told that a worm grows again as it gets cut into pieces? that each segment screams in gratitude as the pain sears their being? They go forth to fulfil multiple destinies going down roads they had no chance to go down before A segment drowns in the cool stream yonder. Another rises and hangs itself on a tree. One stays rooted on the pavement, in wondrous awe of its freedom to hear my song of enlightenment before here's the finality of the splat Earthworm, 5 years old in Cameron Highlands i sing to the worm in my own way as it squirms its multiple ends—it is sliced—a tragedy! but no, weren't we told that a worm grows again as it gets cut into pieces? that each segment screams~ gratitude as the pain sears their being? they go forth to fulfil multiple destinies travelling roads they had no chance to inch down befo...