day 2. spine.

the second day brings things closer to the surface.
yesterday was a beginning.
and, with beginnings comes a buoyancy, an optimism, a take on the world kind of attitude.
today, there is a little more effort that rides alongside.

at the start of this challenge, I rise.

torpor and malaise are wrung from my bones in a steady river of sweat.
i'm giving up the old ways and returning to my roots.
at the center of my every cell is a dance.
when i breathe, I give music to it.

reaching back into the spaces, allowing my eyes to rest on the soft wall,
a treasure is touched,
a gift disguised as grit;
the thing that needing saving the most,
the thing to hide above all else.
when the house is burning, this will be the thing to carry out.
so safely tucked away,
then forgotten.

and, so the world becomes the loss and validation of what went missing.
what was sent so deep into the bones begins to pulse, like a vacancy.
a life turns empty.
eyes go blind.

with this renewed archaeology, a city is unearthed with confusion and only vague memory.
the task aligns with the discovery of an ancient language, a culture of solid purpose and a recognized daimon unfolding.

bring it from the coils of dark earth up to the surface of day,
then witness what alchemy has been gestating, waiting for this sudden moment.