Geology

Excavation begins,
                             chisel strikes
                            hardened rock
                                 surface
                        So uncompromising
                     that not a mark is made.
                             Another more
                            powerful strike
                            breaks through,
                             a small cranny.
                                   Slowly,
                                  precisely,
                                  painfully,
                           the work pays off.
                            Layer upon layer
                               lies beneath,
                           how disconcerting,
                          so much more work
                                to be done
                                  to reach
                                  the core.
                                   Steadily
                         each layer fragments,
                                  revealing
                                 yet another,
                               hardened more
                             by time's passage.
                             The digging down
                            seems endless yet,
                           with sweat and tears
                               and little sleep,
                              the work is done. 
                                  The journey
                                 to the center
                             reveals the magma,
                                  the essence,
                               the truest form,
                                  beneath all
                             the hardened rock.

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