Subterranean

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The cavern holds it chambers and its streams.

The hallways compass night, a darker night

Than night.  The cave hides memories, daydreams, dreams

And nightmares, hoarding always lack of light —

Five thousand thousand years of undreamed scenes

Each blocking history.  After eons men

And women wander in.  A priest then means

They need a poet, need a painter.  Then

They pose their archetypes along the walls.

The stalagmites and stalactites protect

The sacred space.  What once were blank, black halls

Transform the Id, the Ego, Intellect.

  The sonnets stain the long-lost passageways.

    Lines fill with order, organize the maze.

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