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#‎Day17_Explore

My sweet sixteen is gone
Don’t get me wrong
She was here yesterday
Plus she is under age
So get your thoughts out the gutter
And let us speak about what is right
Done right
Since it is the right thing to do
That never gets old,
Doing right!
So tell me about how it feels
To walk inside a gorge
On empty feet.
Walls all shiny from the alluvial marble
Can’t touch yet, I can only marvel
At how something this oldStill looks this bold
And beautiful
So I keep walking further in along the silty wet floor
Warming my feet with every inch down this abyss
Any flowers!? No, just marble!
I need something to take to the core
That soft spot warming this gorge
No! it’s just air, only air warms this hole
As the path grows narrower
With every step I take lower!
The marble walls start to melt
As I slithered off the now slippery floor
I need to catch a breathe
So I dash back out and put on some skaters
I have to get to the core!
Plus the floor is going soft on me.
Last time we were here we lost a troop
That group couldn’t wait for the floods to halt
The tides were high, the moon even higher
So we say salute, to the troops gone
Lost somewhere in the core
Wanting to be something more
As I slide back in!
By now am skidding
Losing my grip as I slip further and fast into this tomb
Holding on to the now greasy walls for support
But lo! No spots to stop my fall
I close my eyes and let go,
Of my fears to know more
As I plunge into the core!
An eruption occurs and everything turns blurry and squishy
Home at last
Feels good, right
Some healing.

©Krv_170616
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