Mouthfuls of Mountains in The Dark

Tonight you and mythology
both weigh heavily
upon my weary mind.

The last time I saw you
standing there
in your hand you held a bag
of ripshake smokedance.

Now the ebb tide carries
the nightbird into
Heracles Cavern
to drown along
with me.

I hear its gurgling cry
in the dark and cold.

It is always night here
underground
far
far
below you.

Tonight I learned
to see in the dark,
and one bite
at a time
I ate the mountain
until my eyes
glowed.

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