a cavern shut up from the light of day
a cavern saturated in dark and grey
the hollow insides where time has burrowed
where water tickles the stones it sowed
emptied, this pocket from the shifting earth
bare tomb for death or womb for birth
rise the pillars with rooted calcium ore
adulterated figures posing across the floor
their dance, the slightest movement of matter
their life, the slightest touch will shatter
they sip, as we have, of primordial brew
and toast to the old ancients renewing anew
within a cavern starved of the light of day
a cavern of dripping rock, of frozen clay
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