Quarry

it is physically suffocating at times

to be so very far

far from meaning

asphyxiated, i fetishize

not all boys grow up to be so spectacularly mundane as i

of course, they simply don't realize their potential

let me offer my testimonial,

that from a man not in a photograph, but of it

and hope for posterity to fill in my foreground

i am in a quarry in austria
a fantastically gray and blue and green divot in the countryside
of Mauthausen
which is a concentration camp in another time
it is hard to believe that sound exists here, save for the crickets and frogs
this is a place a mind would do well to wander to
maybe you could do better