What will be re-alive
I am the Muk
Reached into the dark
A deepest, never to be
I walk because I die
To live
Is the mold beneath
Afraid to wonder
But no matter
The ground below
Maybe we’ll go
Where can we
The year of the horse
The earth, the metal
You are strong, of all
Your creation, my Gaia
My celestial Mother
Two-thousand years, and you bleed