Having succeeded
Our own expectations
In tunneling down within
Distractions out of reach
And ties unbinding
We now notice
The walls of these caverns
Covered in undecipherable
Chalk hieroglyphs and
Quantifiably confining
The hollow echo
Of our own applause
Halls once filled
With golden laughter
And the perpetual
Underground night
Questions
The actual value
Of gems
Plucked from these
Collapsing shafts
Only to be shared
With nobody
And no matter what it seems there could always be chunks at the bottom...
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