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Your surface gives no hint of you,
mere footprints in dust.
Yet inside, you are a world.
An unseeable landscape
of crevice and fissure;
a place to go by feel.
A plink in the well
echoes through you, across veins
of quartz and gold, ringing
off walls inscribed with light.
Above ground you stop, looking
for the source of your sound,
unaware you are cavernous.
Turned inside out, you
make skies weep.