In the tunnel,
it is so dark,
the walls covered,
in damp, and larch
Water runs freely,
damp and, needy
Elevated off the,
cold concrete floor,
pulling her closer,
she can feel more
Floating,
a whirling spark,
is it the ark,
light or vessel
Go slowly don't wrestle,
light at the end,
of the tunnel,
will always trestle,
when pure,
is in the vessel

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney