Earth

What’s incubating in the earth – the deep earth? What’s gathering there? What secret? What treasure? What’s been forgotten there? What’s remembering itself there?

What’s coming to itself, underground? What’s stretching its arms?

Something wicked? Some golem of the depths? Some shadow in the depths?

 

The idiot depths. The stupid depths. The depths no sun has ever reached. Touched.

Deep chthonic stupidity. Depthless stupidity. Idiocy of the earth. Itself, only itself.

 

Truculence of the earth. The withholding earth. The sulking earth. The earth turned aside. The shy earth.

The covering its face earth. The hiding from the light earth. The burying itself in itself earth. The staying in darkness earth.

 

The earth that will not serve. Not them – not the organisational managers. The shifting earth – that will let the buildings topple.

 

The tomb earth. The buried earth. The sinking beneath all things earth. The sinking deeper earth. The quagmire earth.

 

The carry it all away earth. The bear it all to nothing earth.

The earth in error. In errancy.

 

The can’t build on it earth. The can’t tame it earth. The can’t pave it over earth.

 

The black earth. The colour-darker-than-black earth. The absorbed-all-light-into-it earth. The earth of the darkest wines, the blackest wines. The deepest wines!

The black wines of the black earth. The darker-than-black wine of the darkest earth.

 

The silencing earth. The earth we want to pull over our heads. The burying us earth. The earth beneath which we’ll sleep. The earth that will fill our mouths. The earth that will cover our eyes. The deader than us earth. The earth that’s all abyss – that’s all void.