the deepest holes stop at your shin
the murky dark that pulls you in
it twists the foot
and strokes the calf
the deepest holes are with you still
when you've left the holes
when you see them filled
the pits remain
the vertigo persists
the deepest holes; punched by machines
justified by desperate means
their captains lost
and wandering
at sea
we toil and turn
to fill the gaps
and fail to notice
future cracks
the fissures that will open to the void
the deepest holes don't look so deep
for tripped-up legs and unsure feet
but watch your step
and keep your head held high
the deepest holes have stained our boots
the caked-on mud and ugly truth
the shovel still stuck
our hands still raw
from digging
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