Cave-ceilings trailing their shag
of stone jellyfish tentacles;
and the yearning stalagmites
bristling upwards, gorgonized
sound-baffles licking out reverb,
tubular silence: cold-wet,
the guts of stone hills, these,
the villi of the earth itself,
absorbing no nutrient but sound.
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