into the
thing
it makes us
go
we are
diving into the murky deep
and can only
hear breath and
rock is
speaking
dripping
forming
top to
bottom
deep in
there
drips and
echoes and rock
plunging
deeper into the thing
it is
both frightening &
…informative
but ah
the heart of
this matter
was the
absence
of: the
aforementioned
wicked green grin
curled
confessing
no love
or heart
is this the
chasm?
is there a
bottom?
it falls
from your sole
and we hear
no sound
but forming
deposits
doing some spiritual spelunking today? Excellent poem!
ReplyDeletehm this is an old poem, but i thank you!
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