Run

Run, where the sun drips gold through cracks,
And subways hum like secrets underground,
Where tunnels stretch to realms the day forgets,
And tracks like veins pulse deep without a sound.

Run, beneath the city’s molten glow,
The sunlight slants in shards of melting fire,
Its warmth collides with shadows far below,
In caverns where the metal beasts respire.

Run, where the subway’s breath is thick and low,
Its pulse beneath the earth a steady beat,
The sun above a distant, burning ghost,
As engines sigh and rumble in retreat.

Run, through graffiti dreams and faded walls,
Where murals bloom in hidden, flashing light,
Each station whispers stories lost to time,
Between the flickers of the day and night.

Run, where the platform melts to shadow’s edge,
The sun a memory, fading into steel,
And every train that roars to greet the dark
Brings you closer to what you cannot feel.

Run, past the orange glow of fading dawn,
Through tunnels carved in sunless, endless flight,
Where every corner twists toward something new—
And shadows chase the echo of the light.

Materials: Acrylic on Canvas
Year: 2024
Dimensions: Height 39″ x Width 16″ x Depth 1.5″

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