CHARLES WRIGHT

Down in the Mines

For I am one who exists from the undivided,
He said, and am filled with light.
And darkness is over there,
                                             where the divided stand.

Tough words, Ace, tough words.
White clouds grow big along the ridge line.
Under the earth we’re far away from home,
                                                                      or closer to it.  

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