Steel rails sleeping in the cold.
Iron stories left untold.
Damp air heavy on my skin.
Where the heavy dark begins.
One click and the white beam glows.
Where the hidden water flows.
Tracing lines upon the wall.
Waiting for the light to fall.
Adiantum in the deep.
Waking from a stony sleep.
Silver fronds against the black.
Bringing all the color back.
Sooty ceilings dripping slow.
Where the blind white mushrooms grow.
Phyllitis in a narrow crack.
Holding all the moisture back.
One click and the white beam glows.
Where the hidden water flows.
Tracing lines upon the wall.
Waiting for the light to fall.
Adiantum in the deep.
Waking from a stony sleep.
Silver fronds against the black.
Bringing all the color back.
Rich black loam in a rusted grate.
Patience is a botanist's trait.
Rooted in a salty brine.
Drawing out a crooked line.
Adiantum in the deep.
Waking from a stony sleep.
Silver fronds against the black.
Bringing all the color back.
I can feel the humid weight.
Opening a heavy gate.
Chlorophyll in a dim place.
Finding a forgotten space.
Adiantum in the deep.
Waking from a stony sleep.
Silver fronds against the black.
Bringing all the color back.
Slowing down my steady pace.
Looking at this emerald face.
Sinking in the heavy loam.
Finding a subterranean home.
Adiantum in the deep.
Waking from a stony sleep.
Silver fronds against the black.
Bringing all the color back.
Just a little bit of light.
Green inside the deepest night.
Concrete fern.
Concrete fern.
