3 years ago. July 6, 2020 at 8:16 PM
Pour out of bed, grab my miner's cap.
in the pits are a thousand pretty phrases.
some used, some discarded.
Piles of carbonized crap.
Fleeting ideas trapped, stressed.
Most will never be diamonds.
Not while I breathe, anyway.
It's backbreaking work down here.
I struggle to find the right theme
phrase
idea
connection.
I bring them up, slowly these days.
It's so hard to find the good stuff.
But I drag what I can into my light.
For whatever that's worth.
What is it worth.
