Thoughts are full of moles
searching for words, expanding
on stories where nothing is lost.
Roots of destiny and legacy
are the appetite of moles as they
absorb the changes of character
from open windows and behind doors.
Memory requires extra strength to
burrow through, releasing photos of
faces and sins packed away.
Working without sleep the moles remain
diligent, devouring the chances
attempted and the future yet claimed.
They march on, wasting nothing.