There's a lot of time to be spent
clawing through the sand and dirt
the dust that muddies the definition
there are caves and caverns to be explored
with discoveries to bring back to the surface
but you can dig too deep
and come back cursed
a mummy's scorn
a scroll of cryptic verse
and you're done!
you can't unsee what you saw
it would be nice to board up that passage
"keep out" in blood-red paint
or in blood, if that's what it takes
but you can't
forget it. You know it now, you know what lives down there.
So you dig deeper
maybe if you understood more
if you had a little context
to justify, to reconcile
soon you're picking up rusty pickaxes and pretending they're lost relics
signposts that point to some mystical origin
Soon no one up here understands
A thirst for knowledge becomes dehydration
Obsessively digging for a cure to your affliction
or for control of it
Are you in control? Is this a curse at all?
How deep do you have to go?
(I have half a mind to cave it all in, and keep you away for good)
You barely talk to us anymore,
about anything but that
A lot of us wish you would forget it.
Sometimes, it seems like you wish you could.
once more, into the darkness
with torch and axe
until you have an answer
until you no longer need one
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