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I feel the Earth
Calling to me
To surrender
Myself
And see
Where these steep steps
Yearn to lead
Fingers trace the walls
Along the dark halls
Nose picks up the scent
Of earth, of decay, of must, of death
Eyes catch the glow
Of the gardens of the Great Below
Journal entries mark my steps
Ink-stained crumbs
Showing the way
To resurface
Again one day
But for now
My path leads down
In reverence
To loss
In surrender
To change
In fealty
In dedication
In devotion
To God