you slink inside the hole
descending the day
leaving only night
and carve your way
slowly, decidedly
through the canyons
carnivorously devouring
all that lies in front
not like a mole
but more like all
beings that have entered
you search through yourself
as you sleek
hoping for a remedy
and then as you feel you
rise from your tomb
you suddenly see your thoughts
your mind
fiercely unexpected
it lies before you
how will you confront yourself
how will you understand
for who’s the mirror and whose the man
. . .or is it just forget it until my sands
are done
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