peering
down
th front of
a
dim narrow
hole
in a rock
formation
there
are
glittery
shapes
inside
microscopic
memories
are
petrified
by
sudden
terrific
force
into
stained-glass
snapshots
gathering
in
crystalline
fangs
hung from
above
i
think:
theres
a place
worth
spelunking
but
i don't
have
the gear or
any
cursory
knowledge
of
spelunking
rivers
of time
pump
from fissures;
hot
springs underneath,
more
and more
memories
pointing up
from
smoother, rounder
incisors
in
th
hot, clear
gaseous
water
there's
this
documentary
about
underground
caves
in
mexico
where
some other
subterranean
nation
must wave
a
purple flag
that
reflects all
back
in shining
lights
and extends
into
walls of
shimmering
pinks
to
deep navy,
experience
so
rich
in detail
one
could only
grow
too smart for
their
own good in
a
sea-level
world
too dumb to
exist
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