Dear Diary:
I.A subterranean universe:
brewing beneath,
rumbling under,
our feet.
We tunnel through the ground,
barreling through the roots of the city.II.
We rise above the earth,
cutting through the watery silhouettes
of factories and freight trains, illuminated by morning light.
We travel through this liminal space between
city and suburb,
beauty and disgust.
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