Cool roundness of dark:
stone walls curved unto themselves,
light an upturned bowl.
Unseen skillful hands hewed rock,
leaving caverns filled with air.
Unseen skillful hands hewed rock,
leaving caverns filled with air.
Rock wrapped around rock:
darkness the core, the curved crust,
light the space between.
The bell an empty cup of
sound, luminescent choirs call
subterranean
summer evenings seeking chill.
Ancient singing echoes still
darkness the core, the curved crust,
light the space between.
The bell an empty cup of
sound, luminescent choirs call
subterranean
summer evenings seeking chill.
Ancient singing echoes still
smoothed as if by water flow,
rock holds the brilliant blazing.
-Andromeda Jazmon
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