Oct 01, 2010 15:13
Bone Digger
deep down
beneath the leaves and soil
through clay and rock
a muted kaleidoscope made of browns and grays and blacks
deep down
you know
beyond the roots
beyond where up means air
all things are pressure and time
grind against me
bury these moments in layers
calcify
you, with your pick and shovel
i'll fight you tooth and nail
this, and all the ones for October that follow, are parts of pages i resurrected recently.
stuff i scribbled but found no use for.
i'm putting it up in the hopes of reigniting a spark.
poem,
101 in 1001,
on-going projects