it’s one cave or the other

strata in the walls and ceiling

weathering makes a rich history

sediments of old, sediments of new

 

rock

step into the entrance

breeze out, breeze in

 

you think: this is cool

you think: this is bearable

you think: I can leave anytime I want

 

two months or two years

time’s all wrong

two months or two years

sentiment in, sentiment out

 

you think: this is about dirt

you think: this is about hurt

you think: sentiments of old, sentiments of new

 

rock

you are impossibly lost

 

your upturned eyes catch the light

you think: this is about dirt

dust drifting through the pinpricked shaft above

moon-kissed

you are moon-kissed

 

rock