Everyone else
Asburger’s got
That note with rote
Under the sand
Jilts like line up
Buried in time
Certain as tides
Now source unknown
Beneath the earth
Our ancient home
An arrow line
Of under ground
A parading
Furrow lifting
Something unround
A mystery
Half hidden down
Of unseen thing
Where lost met found
Riffs symmetric
Quieted sound.
Coming and go
A comet towed
Under the ground
Beneath the sand
While flash of light
Crosses the land
Under the ground
Defining night
Upending sun
To bend up light
