a basis for everything

within this house,
we shut out the light,
the heat
Filled with our old air,
a darkness,
a coolness,
ensconces we inhabitants
the aversion,
ghostly humans
walking past each other
with ne'er a spoken word.
aching bodies and running noses'
the external fairy dust and
flowers
grass
and rich dirt
that toes sink into
like plush carpet, or quick sand
which will not take the ones who lie supine
but the ones who stand,
bipedal,
human,
yes, we'll keep going down,
keep going down.
and the farther we go,
the deeper it gets,
the faster we go,
like water draining out,
or rolling down a hill,
throwing up clouds of petals and of pollen
and insects
until we come to a rest at the base of everything,
a towering pillar of green
that we close out from our lives
with the blinds
turned
shut.