i am not far from the bottom
of this whole world, you see.
eating rocks in glee.
and taking shock so
woes the heart half heartedly.
shakes and trembles,
breaking richter beats.
crunching and climbing
where root and rock meets.
it all may stop.
yes, there may be a lull.
crack.
not far from the bottom
silently beguiled from the fall.
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