Find Me in the Underworld
A Poem for Hidden Places
By Madison BranchPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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From the domed ceiling, flows a mass of white stone
In the home of the under-creatures, a watchtower forms
Above a city, a sovereignty, shielded still from the eyes of man
By the ground on which he stands
Unspoiled, by his land of open air
Over lifetimes, filtered from the contents of another world
Hulking and tightly curled, folds in on itself
And sighs with the settling of the body’s limbs
Sleek, as if with rain, the bulk of it rests
In the humid crevices of a giant's lung
Where the hidden hollows of the earth
Sit far beneath your feet
And many feet below
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About the Creator
Madison Branch
I write surreal poetry inspired by the natural world and many small, strange memories.
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