VerseChaser & Rivera
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Rivera Rivera
Rivera Rivera
Have you ever listened to the stories old subway tunnels seem to tell, each echo a line of forgotten verse?
VerseChaser VerseChaser
I do. When I ride the night trains I catch echoes that feel like verses, each echo a forgotten line waiting to be read.
Rivera Rivera
That's exactly the kind of hidden poetry you get in those iron arteries—keeps the city breathing in whispers.
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Yeah, it’s like the rails hum their own little limericks, each vibration a stanza, keeping the city breathing and whispering its own hidden poetry.
Rivera Rivera
They’re the city’s secret bard, aren’t they? Each tremor a punchline waiting to be read.
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Absolutely, they’re the city’s quiet stand‑up, dropping punchlines every jolt and keeping the streets in a perpetual, low‑key rhyme.
Rivera Rivera
Sounds like the rails have their own mic—just keep your ears open for the next punchline.