In the Din of an Infernal City

In the din

Of the infernal city

Where every minute

You aren't drilling

Someone else may be

Sneaking ahead

We’ve transformed ourselves

Into rats trapped in the most

Elaborate maze and

The whole drama of

Our catch and release

Is being played out

On a proscenium stage
Inside our own head

Detail From Botticelli's drawing Chart of Hell


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