3 – Abysses

Tunneling down through soft merlot;
Hazy waves billow out and flow.
Towering builds of moss mortar
Binding pine brickwork deep and far

Into the descent, far and dazed
Cataract eyes lit and amazed
Absorb the construct, once a grave
Dispersing new life so deprave.

Abysses take the sight beheld;
Devices in dark earth withheld.

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