Earthturner
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read

Sunlight and grit swallowed through grit
knowledge in partum on skin and nerves
creeping through bones — glowing vines
growing spines moulding verity
mapped by blood, unstealable
this, is life, in the blackness under these nails,
in the grease in creases below these flammable eyes,
in the misplaced grace of errant hair strands,
in the knowing and still digging,
then further until the pit shall be
tall enough for what I will be,
deep enough for where I want to be,
wide enough for the answers I will give,
just enough to leave within, be without
and on in to earth, turn and I turn
return

