he was an
amateur geologist
seeking reserves
of gemstones hiding
in the randomness
of strata
comprising the gravel
where hope once
blossomed in
spectacular geodes
untouched by
the light of day

his heart packed
in pumice
jagged fissures from
tectonic dismay
erupting
magma seering passions
the immense pressures forming
diamonds fron
internal distresses

an amateur geologist
hammering away
seeking answers
in the layers of silt and ash
from cataclysmic depressions
as the walls
slowly bury aspirations
in unreturned adorations
the dirt turns to
bloody mud
yet still he digs
unable to do anything else