The concrete sky deflected the rockets,
brought light into the tunnel's middle,
just like a reversed ancient riddle
with eyeballs bouncing in their sockets.
A wall of smoke enveloped all
light beams piercing the veil,
an occult quest for the holy grail,
united in this strange hidden hall.
The sound of the underground,
echoing, reverberating, oscillating,
synchronising and liberating,
in a cosmic game of lost and found.
I savoured breathing some fresh air
after leaving this special vanity fair.
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