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Submerged below tons of dirt and rock
Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses
Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed
Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure
And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead
Yearning for homes instead of brains
Liquid rock sprinkles fell down from above
And where it landed, flames erupted
Voluminous black smoke billowed skyward
Ash rained for miles, drenching the earth in foulness
Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock
Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories
And he kept contributing new relics to the collection
Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but
His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision
Being on social media can be so draining
Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues
Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces
Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock
Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that
Reaching down for a nice hefty stone
Old cloud gray in color, it was smooth and rounded
Caressing it fondly, he rejoined the mob
Knowing he was without sin, he threw first
Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge
As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place
Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly
Bouncing along to the rock-hard bass sculpture
Enjoying the poetry of the melody
And reveling in the colorful painting of the harmony
That’s wrapped in a ballet for your ears
So much artistic goodness for your soul
The descent into the underground left Tyler feeling uneasy
Until now the journey had been theoretical, a nightmare that could happen
But now Tyler stood while overhead there was millions of pounds of dirt and rock
Everything would be all right. Just stay calm. But then the lights went out…
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Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below
Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through
Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top
Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend
Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal
Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.
Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin
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Risking it all, Dwayne attacked the toddler who was armed with scissors
Overpowering the child, Dwayne was victorious
Couldn’t celebrate his victory though
Kecking Dwayne defeatedly began taping the confetti that was his handwritten manuscript
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