Down into the underground
puddles of sludge like muddy green milk
what a cow that must have been
12:01.
Last train Uptown leaves at 12:00.
Must go down to go up.
three hours in a labyrinth of tunnels
Rats scrutinize me, escaping into holes like puzzle pieces
No service, no concierge
I can hear the minotaur breathing
Disguised as a sheep
but really a man
I crawl through the maze
caverns of filth and rust stained granite
Breathe. Experience. Learn.
Call me Theseus.
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