Out Through the In Door Digging up your roots you say. Going back. At last. So you dig. Dig for justification. Dig for validation, understanding. Digging to fill new wholes With old dirt. Digging for truth. As fast as the shovel pivots As fast as you can bear the exposure Of how things really happened Not how you interpret them now But rather, of a downward momentum Not just of the shovel, but of life's pull Though both are striking the same plate With an insatiable appetite to satisfy the urge To know the absolute dexterity of truth. You dig. You and shovel. Except the shovel is sure of itself It will spark as it clanks against time Conversely, you will collide and fold in Coil up as a double helix of what once was Wrapping around the past with a sure complexity And in the process a partnership is solidified A cooperation forging a link to the past Of steel networking its desire to function correctly You of your questioning, explanations and motivations As an organic body exercising it's right to inquire. You discover quickly that what you dug up Is easily arranged against what you thought and what is,... was, is really not once was But only an image of what you wanted it to be You pick up the past and uncoil this information You soon realize new uses of old trauma bases Realize rungs of dead end roads, of bad choices More insightful now than ever you point this up Into the sky and climb on the burden of your new way forward.