Have you ever thought that if you want to hear the heart of the earth you’ll first have to drown at the bottom of the sea

(?)

there
you can press your ear
to the living earth
to the drowned wound
and finally hear its heart
burning
the submerged magma
the fire
surrounded by water

the earth is just a hollow
filled with water
stones
mud
(you)
(me)
one thing inside the other
colliding
melting

the earth served in a bar
a glass of vodka
the heart that burns
a cube of fire
trapped in ice

I’ve spent nights
digging through the sand
the rocks
the mud
with bloodied hands
trying to reach the heart

(yours)
(mine)
(ours)

searching for the treasure
the end of the tale
the heart
the cornerstone
the center

when suddenly I realized
it’s pointless
to break your hands
to lose your nails
and exhaust your strength
to reach that center

all it takes
is just
to close your eyes
sink
fall to the bottom
stop breathing
die
to hear the heart
and know it’s alive
and burning