Laying on the bottom of the well floor
dry dust like flour
white dot signifying a higher power
high above black tube walls
a disc above like an unidentified visitor
from another world.
So lying there face up
waterless tube dropped down into
lungless earth rock
low as to the centre of magma heart
this is a clear metaphor
for feeling an eternal distance from normal.
Close my eyes and feel
a third person
who is it?
an imposter or saviour?
It is me without the burdens, weights and saddles
of memory or dreary trauma.
I lay here contemplating, feeling numb
Is this tube a grave or a rifled gun?
by Paul Sinclair