Deep Tirade

By Robert Gould

From the surface of yourself,
you speak to me.
The route direct as a handshake,
steadfast like a hunter.

No store of what is precious,
no bombs, no shelter.
Not a thing to defend
but your right to mobility.

To be me is to dig.
Confined to a hobby.
You gleam pieces that shine
the deeper I go.

Each time a leap higher
to make a connection.
Catch what you can
and remember your debt.

To be you is to prosper.
Each breath an investment,
how freely you pluck
from the air an enjoyment!

But do not miss what lies
between generous pockets.
I am worthy of more.
I deserve the connection

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