Lurking, low, descending even further
Down at the base of things where dragons spread their obfuscating claws,
That's where to dwell.
Nose-diving, archiving, cataloging
Point by point
And organelle by organelle.
Then trace each root and clip it,
Become a bonsai master of sensation
Lurking, low, to seep and creep, inhabit cracks
Where only silken spider-threads of love can fit.
Spelunker, caver, down-to-earther
Breath by breath, nirvana-birther
By the twitching of my thumbs-