Descending
Into the gape
With not but wits and weary
I shall find your muse
Deep in the gut of Terra
Churning ... molten
As my spirit.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "End October Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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