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Journey Inside The Earth
Turned through holes of victims;
dug up the coin inside a cave.
And when I looked at it – two-sided;
Cast in the mould and came out
all like a copper circle in the rocks.
When I dig deeper into the core
I bring nothing but a trail of wine
and bread to seal my flesh traffic;
I wish you would open the gate.
I carve none on a stick, let it stand
buried in the sand from which we’re made.
I believe not that it would fall,
but I want the gold mountain to come from underneath.
I sold everything for a brass coin
when I wanted the silver in your home.
The glittering of a soul in the middle,
the sparkling of a smile in the heart.
I breathed your air from the start.
I am but peasantry digging for coins;
not even a dog to sniff for the hoard.
I know I have very little;
yet you always leave me wanting more.
