#190 in the belly of hunter mountain

standing in a tunnel deep into some hillside can’t see the other side for some mudslide gotta be daisies above but in here all i can think of are the dusty cloths of keepsakes wrapped up tight in musty boxes they are everything the attic says is me i smell the earth around me and the hillside starts to heave what more can i do without the need to believe what the hell is freedom anyway and all i can think of are the dusty cloths of keepsakes wrapped up tight in musty boxes they are everything the attic says is me now i’ve got a little light and soon i will be free but i’m taking my time not wanting to leave so easily from the belly of this hill where the earth kisses me before i’m forced to face the dusty cloths of keepsakes wrapped up tight in musty boxes they are everything the attic says is me bhagiti 10.27.07 perrysburg, oh