Above ground…
people speak of fresh air…
of open skies…
of wind…
Down here…
those things feel distant…
almost imagined…
And yet…
the workers continue…
Because stopping…
is not an option…
The city above…
will not wait…
And so…
step by step…
movement continues…
Slowly…
quietly…
endlessly…
One…
Two…
Three… 🌙
Goodnight…
for now…