Mole

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Subterranean conscious

dim light bulbs luminaries in the

underground mine shaft

Groveled once, digging ahead

clawing, gnashing, working into

the soils

Cutting bites mineral strength

the lair of the shadow dweller

Beneath dreaming, streams droning

and constancy in reverberations

through the caves and labyrinths

Slit in the Earth

scurrying drearily in the cavern

Stalagmite uprise

bleating moonbeams celestial alight

a plow

Astral shoveling

crawl on towards the light

always

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