The Seam - Electric Bard

Damp air. Lower heading. Pass the tin. Flint seam. Two fingers wide. Breathe through the cloth. Water running down the left timber. Tap. Tap. Nothing hollow yet. Just the slate. Just the black earth sleeping on the wedge. Level check. Plumb line leaning south. Leave the post. Let it take the settle. Pyrite dust in the seam. Fools' gold. Keep clearing. Under The Cap Past The Sump Down In The Seam Under The Cap Past The Sump Down In The Seam Cold drip on the neck. Shovel in the muck. Iron spade hits the marrow bone. No spark. Just the heavy grey. Granite. Limestone. Tallow lamp guttering out. Leave it. Found a seam. Thin as wire. Silver leaf in the shale. Don't shout. Pack the basket. Walk it back. Under The Cap Past The Sump Down In The Seam Under The Cap Past The Sump Down In The Seam Mind the header. Douse the flame. Dark in the seam.