It is buried
In the caverns
In the dirt
Of my tarnished form

Where the lights
Of the wondrous
And seeking world
Can only dream to cleave

What I keep
As true and bold
Is a sorrowful call
For the glistening surface

Restless
Harrowing
And full

For beyond, they dream
But cannot perceive
Beyond, they seek
But seldom strive to reap