Poem #93

the thousand year old boy
is 374 miles under the Earth
in a space the size of a bathtub
he used to be one of us
breathing this dust-free air
now he digs further down
pushing the debris above him
his body is all but rock now
as he gets closer to the core
more of him melts
but he continues
soon he will be a puddle
and he will harden and stop

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