going to bury myself for awhile
several meters below softened soil and silent snow
surrounded by smooth solemnity
inhale moss and gentle creatures
squeeze gemstones and loam between my fingers
most spend their lives creeping crawling standing bending
i've spent mine running hair on fire
dig down slowly
with bare hands black fingernails
finally relief. imagine
my head engulfed by cool earth
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