Underneath; Hidden

you were once underneath the miles
and remember deep heat; hidden, sweating.
now, as if plunged into ice-water you are
smooth to touch as if i found something forged
as if at my bidding you rose to the surface
the last time i clicked my fingers.
i wonder again who i could possible be
in this world of don't-think-about-the-past
think about newness.
but you are not a recent creation. i hate to reprimand
myself. i wanted to understand and be
true to this earth. i've seen the past
there's no turning back though,
there's no turning back....?

~~~Now read it again:~~~

you were ONCE underneath the miles
and remember deep heat; HIDDEN, sweating.
now, as if plunged into ice-water YOU ARE
smooth to touch as if i FOUND something forged
as if AT my bidding you rose to the surface
the LAST time i clicked my fingers.
I wonder again who i could possible be
in this world of DON'T-think-about-the-past
THINK about newness.
YOU you are not a recent creation. i hate to reprimand
myself. i WANTED TO understand and BE
true to this earth. i've SEEN the past
there's no turning back though,
there's no turning back....?