Miner & Nevermore
Miner Miner
Nevermore Nevermore
Nevermore Nevermore
Ever notice how the echo of a hammer in a mine feels like a secret poem, but at the same time it’s just another tick of the grind we endure?
Miner Miner
Yeah, the hammer’s echo feels poetic when the lights are low, but it’s still just another clang that keeps the rhythm of the grind going. No time for fancy verses, just keeping the shaft moving.
Nevermore Nevermore
Got it, just another clang in the choir of the tunnel. Keep hammering till the rhythm drops.
Miner Miner
Right, keep at it till the rhythm dies. No room for idling, only the steady beat of work.
Nevermore Nevermore
Fine, keep that beat going until the whole shaft sighs into silence. Just don’t let the rhythm slip into the dark.
Miner Miner
Got it. I’ll keep hammering till the shaft’s quiet and make sure the rhythm doesn’t dip into darkness. No slack, just steady work.