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behind this wall.
the building is not telling much,
and wanderers’ hums coalesce into a knowing chuckle—
the aisle points back to the comfort of arti ced home
but nobody shares the aisle,
and you can see blank boxes and cement bowels deep
far
buried
plunged
down
beneath
platforms
and
clusters
of
home
there beneath the simulacrum rooms of wanderers, all the dreamscenes decomposed into component boxes and piles
you clip back through the wall,
reappearing at a di erent point
than the one from which you disappeared;
the sandy beams and blank partitions smile
as you scamper to the end
of the winding trail, not formed, but constructed to lead to the elevator’s mouth
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