Tunnelling

You bend me.

I am light filled and radiant

swimmingly soft

pooling at your feet.

Stare slowly

talk faster

time moves for us

the minute blocks shift

We plod through concrete tunnels

crawling and squirming

wriggling towards

unknown

pitch black and tar filled.

Is this what it is?
The thing they all talk about?
It feels like digging through cement.