Subterranean
March 20 2023
The after image
was burned into my retina.
But the eye perceives while the brain sees
and I was in denial;
only in sleep did it come alive,
turning all my dreams
nightmarish.
It’s said you can’t unsee.
Which is only true
if you don't practice forgetting.
And I am expert at this;
the sight
buried so deep
under mountains of earth
you'd think it must be permanent.
But the heat
so close to its molten core
just will not let it die,
the merciful death
one could only wish for.
Because eventually
it will erupt from under my feet
as red-hot rock
and clouds of toxic gas.
As tremors
and after shocks
and cracks in my foundation.
So now, I walk warily
on what I thought was solid ground
and could always be depended on.
Hyper-vigilant
. . . bracing myself
. . . looking out for broken glass.
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