The earth below me
Moved like liquid
Could've opened up
And swallowed me whole
No trace, no love
No identity
Fell like a stone
I wouldn't have known
I'm held - in a second home
The touch is cold
Delicate and clear
Suspended still
Could've broken it easy
But it held me close
Pulling me deeper
Reflected what shows
Pointed away past me
I'm held - in a second home