Digging

I hold a shovel, digging
The hole is past my knees
Trying to find novelty
In the repetition
In the repetition
After a day's work
Mud forms a mould
Tight round my waist
I'm stuck in place
For the dance of the night
For the dance of the night
At the next rise
Soil flings, piles past
My shoulders, tired
From the search
To the natural spring
To the natural spring



Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Elias
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