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In The Mines

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In The Mines

There's a hole in the earth where a single small boy
Lived, mining for music and laughter and joy,
And, cart after cart, overflowing with love,
Were loaded and shipped to the people above,
Who sat, fat and happy, and lived unaware,
Of the boy in the mineshaft in gloom and despair.

There's a hole in the sky where the sunlight reflects,
And it shines in the place where our lives intersect,
Where I lie awake dreaming, in visionless sound,
Of how you lifted me up from the hole in the ground....
Of missing a person I never have met,
And almost touch with my hands all the pain and regret.

There's a hole in my heart and it's shaped just like you,
From the place where I held you before you burned through.
There's a place beyond reason, or logic, or fear,
And the wires connect across the land and the years,
And all the whispers and secrets I hold tight within
Are beamed to your heart where the end is plugged in.

John J. Doolittle,
September 10, 2001