zero one hundred hours
i make my way
through tunnels
lost.

the flicker of
florescence and
the caress of steel
keep me on my journey

continuing on in
harrowing silence.
night squeezes his arms
around me

the tunnel shows me
no end
retaining its concrete strangle
until I find my way

horizon, flatlands,
call me to safety.
yet I have many miles left.

there is nothing
at the end of this tunnel
but I find your screams are fainter
on the other side.