As Above, So Below: September 27, 2023

A means to an end,

you try to pretend,

to be my friend,

my lover?

You hover on an air of importance-

meaning that I am little,

the ant,

that perchance you see from the plane above.

You told me how much you would love to get to know me,

if only you asked questions-

past the surface,

dug deeper,

head in the clouds,

you can’t see her.

If as above,

so below,

the catacombs are where I go.