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What Crawls UnderneathAs this path was never meant to betrodden by man These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes These pebbles have never been washed ashore These inner organs have never been exposed to light Hyperion and Mimas orbit for the pleasure of none The marmot whistles for none's ear The acrobat performs in his invisible-suit and mind's eye has never met anyone's glance None has tore off the moss to see what crawls underneath Or lifted the veil drained the pools dissolved the bloodstains None has unriddled my Archaic smile Or turned the russet key in my feeble lock But someone might have been scratched by the claws and impaled on the spears and pierced by the thorns ...and the needles... ...and the stings... |