02/21/2021 It Soon Grew Pitch Black (Poem)

It soon grew pitch black I wasted no time crawling into it

It was a little uncomfortable immensely still not a sound

In all the transitory suffering in all the transitory tenderness

I looked around at the others in this whirlpool of fate

Inexplicable and preposterous precious within reach

A small definition whole and eternal across the land

We laugh we cry we laugh we cry an amaryllis blooming

In winter precious within reach.