the catacombes in paris.....
masses of life
embedded in rock-
below all the traffic
the lights and the shops....
we stand and ponder
then do a quick click-
catching the strangeness
the blackness so thick....
patterns in circles
cover the walls-
skulls sit in silence
and stare as we stall...
tunnels for ever-
so deep and so strong-
hold all the dreams
from yesterday's song...
Joy Weare,
12th May, 2009.
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