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The Well
Drilling down, down, down
Breaking through crust and mantle
Mud and debris whirl and splatter the air —
And still the drill
Spins deeper, deeper.
We have maps and instructions
from geologists of centuries
But it is the pull and the pulse of the treasure below —
Finer than water, or gold, or oil —
That draws us down
Through rock and sand and muck —
Deeper, deeper!
Our treasure trusts us to keep drilling. |