The train pops out
Of the subway tunnel
With a gush of air,
Flooding me
With warm
Stale scent
It has collected
Over its plunge
Through the dark,
Stirring up
Abandoned
Newsprint
Like soiled
Bed sheets
The siege of
Sudden light
Making me
Blind,
Leaving me
To feel for doorway
When finally
It all comes
To a stop,
And I take my place
Inside for yet
Another plunge,
Another ride,
Another blinding
Explosion
I ache to feel
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