Cold eyes dilate and fall Stair-long into the dirt Shifting back They shake the earth Digging deep The central nerve Is hard-struck Immovable Made of words Alchemical They twist and turn Like hex and spell We beg on knees to reach them We beg and scratch the surface We dig the earth to reach them We dig under the surface
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