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Meeting the Cave 
Here no ledge can slice footholds,
no new mineral drip,
no soundbeam sink or angle,
no change of quiet drop
out through the circling ceiling
where acid water spilled
to hollow out its chamber
into this cold dry well.
With my dark eyes open,
I search into the dark
for a reassurance
to soothe me like a look—
a reassuring darkness
only dark will reassure,
a night to my humanness
the unparticled will pour,
the inhospitable, solid,
unbreakable deep kiss,
the womb to throw me outward
to a circumference,
the dark that will not need me
to see its ancient light,
its opposite, neglecting
behind the night's heart light,
when my feet will leave the cave
to birth dark at a crawl
through hundreds of limestone miles
and feed the cracks of the world.
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