Mining

Your thoughts were as deep
And impenetrable
As any mine.  You dug them in
Turned them over with your
Hand's spade, pondered
Their shape and calibre, their
Worth, before
Pronouncing.

And they were mine to keep
For you spoke seldom
And when you did
The earth moved by some
Ecstatic assault
And mountains echoed 
To the noise of drills.

Your knowledge carted itself
Earthwards to submergence
And compression, but it
Fought for light and air,
And whatever was down there
Always worked its way
Back up, emerged pointing

Skyword the wisdom fed:
You always could split
Through to reach the Gods.

To this day I see them
Nodding sagely 
In agreement of 
Your enduring intellect: sharp as 
Any diamond cut, twice as
Bright.

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