Monday, April 13, 2009


There was earth inside, so she dug
Furiously under the starlight,
Throwing earth behind her
In arcs up to heaven's vault,
Her fingers caked with Life,
She heard all the words,
She heard the words not uttered,
And she dug until she was out of hearing;
Stridently she whistled the song of Sophia,
And refused to speak--excavation was all her lexicon.
Which direction do you face, digger?
After you've dug through the night
And wearily break through at last,
Will you discover sunrise or magma?

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