As Time Goes By

It all goes dull

World out of RGB

Pastel washed

.

It’s good that

I now longer want

To throw stones at my reflection

To see the angry ripples

And feel them pulse

But now instead

I want to dig a hole

.

A deep hole

In the brown earth

Sinking below

Starching roots

And sitting in fetal position

Rocking

In my subterranean cave

.

I wonder if others

Are burrowing too

Like worms

Making air spots

In the Earth

Deep and dark inside

Just like mine

.

If too many people burrow

Won’t the Earth be hollow

And empty at the top

Won’t there be no room left

To be alone

No woman can any longer have just

A room of her own

But has to have

Some roomies

.

What loud and noisy roomies

So annoying

She thinks

Trying to burrow deeper

She can’t

It’s hard

And she is beginning to sweat

.

Just a little farther

She crawls

Into the molten center

And simply

Melts into eternity

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