A Coal Miner Collapses in His Cave

Left to wrestle a circle
of arcane thoughts,
blindfolded by heretic
urges. he traces soot
with dusty hands. barely
recognizes his fingertips.
he fills his mind with trash bags
and hallucinates tulips.

I lose my flashlight in search.

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