it was certainly a light at the end of a tunnel.
what he's always sought and fought for, in this densest of jungle.
an exit from the bubble, the sign relayed to him "Hope"
written in charcoal on a broken board; its safe to let go
left behind his suit and gray tie that was chafing his throat
against the foliage and glowing mist, he made his way home
along the path, he came upon a piece of wood right near
broken from the first sign, it concluded: (hope) "Dies Here"
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