2/20/18 11:30PM
there is a mineshaft in South Africa
that is deeper than any grave
three thousand meters down
almost two clicks on an odometer
if you fell down this shaft
A phone would take twenty five seconds
to ring and go to voicemail
It’d stop ringing
Right at the bottom
and between bottles
I wonder who I’d pick up for
But I know that the only call made
Would be just like a man in the air
Declined
And outgoing
No matter how deep I can get
When I scribble down this shit
Moab Khotsong is deeper
And at the very least
Produces uranium
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 21st, 2018 14:03
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 11
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