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twelve
deep into hollowed holes
steep stretched escalators test my nerves
i reach the bottom and fear's forgotten
unfolding like thin sheets of gold
subway walls
and corporate graffiti
replaced by ornate beauty
fountains stages paintings marble
dreamy moonlit towering magnificent
a sparkling atlantis
a treasure chest cavern
hidden and buried in stone
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phil is missing
press of travelers a crowded platform
shouts from behind
he's running ( frightened )
shouts in russian
a red card flashing arms waving
a man steps into his path
blocks
catches
holding
marshie quickly gives directions
and leaves us
chasing phil and his captors
we huddle
a small group in frank's room
trying to joke ( for hours )
we hear from phil
he was caught trading money
( five canadian dollars for ten russian rubles )
his captors asked for a signed confession
and a promise to never return
midnight and they return
exhausted
it doesn't feel like spring vacation
it is dark and close and cold
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