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Working beneath faint beam,
barely a gleam probes weight of rock.
Creatures locked in carbon murals.
Ligatures of pure jet set tier upon tier.
Buzz of drill, distant blast, wake nothing.
Death already cast here.
Brief bas relief by-passed.
Fragments of the past splinter,
chipped by a miner's persistant hand.

28 Mar 18

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