5221 n o’connor

a maze of
stairways that
lead to locked doors
elevators unable
to reach certain floors
a labyrinth of
underground warrens
beneath a herd
of brass cast stallions
frolicking in a fountain
as angry faces
in bright orange
glare at a fool
with an ever dwindling
ball of yarn
as the mechanical
minotaur roars

frustration mounts
a lack of signal makes
a call for help
go to electronic hell
in dispersed atoms
of muted need scattered
among bare steel and
hanging cables strung
in chaotic disarray

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