25 Oct 1999
You dig down—underground
through the soil, through the cooling clay
as the din fades above you
you’re moving, you’re secret, you’re nowhere, it’s all good

And no lights lead you onwards
no signs point you on your way
just earth in all directions
it’s endless, it’s mapless, no compass, no north star

You’re gone ‘cause they can’t find you
you’re lost ‘cause they don’t know the way
they blame themselves they blame each other
they’re  angry, they’re sorry, they’re worried, you don’t care

The shovels scrape somewhere up there
they just want to know if you’re OK
morse code tapped with hammers
you hear it, you know it, ignore it, you’re on your way

But at some point you’ve got to come up for air
you wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair
you’re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair
you don’t know anyone

You look around trying to find someone you know
you put your hand up in the air just kinda wave hello
but if they do care, they’re not letting it show
this can’t be new to you

There’s a feeling coming back
connected by a thread
pulling at your hands like a spiderweb
like a kite that isn’t there

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