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Feb 2018
eyes open or closed, it makes no difference
down here the world is void of light
I sink under the earth's skin of dirt and hair of grass
into the bone structure that is the caverns of rock below
empty and silent
Handicapped, I'm blind to this world
Is it not strange to fall while climbing underground?
hollowness in my body mirrors the air I breathe
and stillness controls the atmosphere
of a tomb more lifeless than the body inside it
My mental state is the maze of boulders I can't navigate alone
lost half a mile in, how far up I don't know
but I crawl on my back and squeeze through physical barriers
deeper still and

I swear to you there is nothing like climbing up into the sunlight onto a ceiling of snow and pebbles that you looked at from below.
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