The Memory Drill

You can feel it all

When you concentrate

When you were small

It was difficult

You couldn’t wait

To be an adult

Now it all feels

A little too late


The memory drill goes deep

Hitting water when you sleep

Salted tears proteins release

Rings of years, fingers of trees


If you squeeze hard enough

Images appear

From somewhere underground

Keep drilling, engineer


The drill drives through rock

John Henry’s down

The further you go

The faster you come


Winding up where you began

Crawling on the rug

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