The Garden and the Grave

 

Descend again, subduct and sink.

Those final fingertips above:

An instant recalled and then let slip,

A moment more of autumn sun.

 

Then dragged beyond sensation’s grip

Through hollowed, lithospheric worlds –

A numbed and empty being lost –

Alone, chthonic, left to lust.

 

The deeper days have taken you.

Through shadowed halls of hanging trees

Your heart’s tectonics shift and drag.

You grow accustomed to your bed.

 

The crystals glint their soulless stars.

The Earth will give, the Earth will wait.

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