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Cave Walking
So this is Mammoth Cave,
tucked beneath emerald hills & hollows,
a bejeweled windy secret brain
of a most imaginative, twisted druid
& his mate, inner mother earth –

Into the tunnel we walk,
and we walk,
        and we walk, around a narrow bend…

            the folds grow into memories,
the rocks grow into bearded faces,
            the shafts grow into vertical eons,
the walls grow into wings
            that take us so far into the core

of this loveable hillbilly druid’s
imaginative twisted bejeweled brain
that all we can do is
hold each other, look into each other
and remember how it all began,

            deep in a cell,
            deep in a star,
            deep in a cave…