drop, tears, down deep
through the caverns of my sleep
to the river underground
deep and dark past any sound
where the water ceaseless flows
without break, but undertow
dragging down to leave your trace
featureless at its deepest place
somewhere i'd tried to escape. had tried many times. my hands
shuddering, unable to hold
anything.
but it was a harvest, and i will tell you why:
at the bottom of the river, a door was available.
i had been waiting for a door forever.
it was a train that took me away from here
and a train will bring me home.