These lines are mine shafts
I dig with my pen
in an unseen light.

Each letter and word
hunched between the layers
crevasses and cracks
reveal a sapphire or ruby,
rusty ore
or decaying matter.

But even the decay
turns to fuel
if I cherish and caress it
with the tip and dip
of my pen
if I refine it
in the pauses...
that now and then
become moments of splendor.

It is a mystery to me
why I do not come here more often
to explore
and discover

these heights and depths.

02/07/2012

Posted on 02/07/2012
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