Tunnel Vision

Where am I going?

A cold wall

The floor is moist

Water was drained

Pure water, tainted

Sewage in the mixture


A black envelope


A gap where the glue wasn’t secured

An opening

I run


The opening

A blue sky

The air of running

But no wind

A right sun

But no heat

A tree, healthy


An ocean, clean

Animals, alive

A society



This tunnel is long

Cramped, shrinking and expanding

But the opening is still there


I run

One direction


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