something is trapped, perfectly imprisoned under a mile of rock.
beyond the reach of any natural process
truth, terror, howling screaming eye socket explosion
alien creature waiting to eat my heart and brain
incubating, a weapon of mass potential
locked eternally between the upwelling of magma
and the crushing weight
of a mile of solid rock
it waits
danger
avoid this
seek everywhere else first
only come here when all other resources are exhausted
wait until the last lamp starts to go dim
then, when desperation finally unlocks
an inconceivable courage
then come here and set yourself up the machines
technologies of poison and pressure
overcoming the impossible only by creating
an artificial impossibility even worse.
what once was bound, is suddenly free
capture that, there will be
plenty of power for the last light parade
when this well is dry
the final gasp of flammable gas is burnt
will i then be dead,
empty of anything to offer?
or will that be the day i dreamed of
waking up alive for the first time?