There's something to discover, you say
beneath the stone, above earth
a little death of bugs, odd feet here and there
in between the odds
there's something beneath the stone
little games we played like children
the earth is flat like the end of times
pressed onto itself, like a stamp
if you look downwards, you will seize
to see the discoloration in the sky, the treetops
the little disasters in between the pillars of earth
the cursing of the heavens
look downwards from time to time,
there will be coins thrown and dog bones
marred by humans who think
they can leave their mark on things by flagging
or worse by using their urine
reeking of other sins
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