photo: Lib Hedgepath
Subterranean
Take me into the tunnels below
the manholes and oak roots,
where lights no longer echo
and noise falls mute.
There I'll find my voice of reason
amidst cackling pipes
and graffiti of treason -
signs of a once-lived life.
Where darkness becomes a friend
and no longer alien.
Within these walls I mend
myself beneath the subterranean.
the manholes and oak roots,
where lights no longer echo
and noise falls mute.
There I'll find my voice of reason
amidst cackling pipes
and graffiti of treason -
signs of a once-lived life.
Where darkness becomes a friend
and no longer alien.
Within these walls I mend
myself beneath the subterranean.
stunning...
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