antipodes

Across the platform

my impoverished eyes glare

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catching your attention

for a split second.

Our words are inevitably deafened and so

you decide to shy away

descending into the sewer

irresolutely,

keeping your appointment.

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Your hand on the grungy unopened letter

traces the same outlines, follows the same

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ritual.

The obscurity might become bearable

eventually

and you’ll drill

into the ceiling of the underworld.

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