Press yourself immediately against this thirsty surface of which none of us seem to see
Aside from you
Where on high earth have you been – underground supreme?
Painting those upside down walls of paralleled universe yours
Must we wait until these fingers take to grasp the roots to our every truth, said earth’s shaking evil?
Or simply witness your decision to progress and sneer to furthermore deplore what lies above as opposed to miraculously below
Seems to be, seems to we (with no such shovel on…) that you are indeed
A lucky, lucky man
But tell us this… How ever do you breathe