Underground

i don't know my way
through this labyrinth,
this underground -
where roots become leaves,
where soil becomes sky,
where the only light
that guides me
is the darkness around;
there is no compass here,
no landmarks named
by somebody gone before me,
there are no starts
or destinations,
just an endless labyrinth
of thoughts and questions
folding into itself,
a web of hands and eyes
growing,
feeling into things,
unearthing and touching
forgotten nooks,
while I sometimes
freeze
in a timeless capsule,
with nothing to do
but wait and watch,
lost in this -
the dark, mysterious,
fascinating,
underground.