Grid-iron tracks from depth of view’s
Descension into tunnel-boared earth
Running parallel arcs to womb’s core
Phazing darkening to absence of light
Glistening curves flash height’s sight
As we pass above enroute to night life.
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(I wanted to guide senses down into what I could see in my mind’s eyr, then bring them up again, giving sense of time-space-motion)
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