To shovel and spade through
The gravel and dirt
Of what forms the Earth
What will we discover?
A sinew of cables
Endless in nature
Infestation of networks
Replacing us souls?
Or
The bustling tunnels
Parasitic in nature
Hollowing earth out
Like lumbering louts
To keep foraging through
Would we uncover
The surface
A revelation
Thereby exposing,
The Earth's heavy heart
It's past plights
To the unfeeling light?
We might unearth
The roots and bones
Of a thousand years
Tracing the lines right down
To the end, but
What for?
And if we ever venture depth
Is it but a desperate redress
Or, a shielded repress?
For our minds are veined and stretched
But never,
Never to reach the Core
What reason would one need
To be tired of Surface;
And the choking lack of air
When venturing higher.
Thus methodically moving
In opposite currents
To discover soil
And the richness of it
To dig deeper
Need we have torch lights?
The scorching Core
And the jewels embedded
Which will shine us through?
To dig deeper...
What then,
Will one
Recover?
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