The cave adventure

The road passes through the forest
A beautiful place in a little town
Lined quietly by ancient trees
Their branches touch one another
With thick green leaves all year round
Forming a thick long canopy down
That translates sunshine into restful shadows

Student-tourists walk by with their books to the cave
Town people walk together to a nearby stream

Where the angle of sight permits
You can see the mountains dark
The clouds, the winds and birds settle a top

How strange and powerful the love of my home
Stranger still the power of its silence
Homing the dark tiny locks
Broken beneath the earth
The endless details made
By ancient stones dissolved

This hollow network a sophisticated algorithm
The testimony of unfinished craftmanship
Playing host to guest who come
FarawayWest Indies, Canada, U.S.A and Great Britain
Yet to see nothing in the cave but a pitch darkness

Nothing that is everywhere but here
A long chain of antecedents
Running tracts of iron stones
Of the planet mercury type
Rockshoot standing like ghost

The earliest inhabitants; fairies, from Mars?
Who do not eat the blood of a dog
Deleted the sight of a hunter and his dog
Dog were their bug-bears

A temporary inhabitants to this materialized void
Hiding cities and kingdoms of tourism
The wonderment and fear that gives joy