The poetic persona

to beat its wings

from here to forever

for some it's a mirth.

 

I feel followed

observed by

the fine gentleman emerges

out of 12th room.

 

He goes

in the hidden room

I mean the companion

suspect.

 

The bright green chairs

in suchlike bright rooms

my lady with red hair

a blaze of colour.

 

In sterile rooms

here in front of room 12

no access

which will remain a mystery.

 

I just think the only

the corresponding permit

embossed to have

here an access.

 

Therefore we have

no identity

to pass to explore

well known about it.

 

If you are in this

green chair

sitting to waiting

because of hard material.

 

Hard back pain you squirm

a common disease

looking for freedom betimes

new considered before.

 

Sterile fingernails sundering

miss they are on the floor

yesterday cut in parlous

such woman's thing.

You are now the new line

write not till wait

in front room 12

he goes inside.

 

In his imagination

presentation before they here

organize is suspect

alleged commonplace.

 

This they must do

in prosperity by people

in those mankind living

do not know.

 

How their body works

this body machine

what works

what does wrong.

 

Whose body machine

had while waiting

here in a bright room

12th front room.

 

In these sterile rooms

here in front of room 12

an access

will remain mysterious.

 

I just think

the corresponding permit

minted through sold

have no access.

 

Whose body machine

had while waiting

here in the bright room

12th front room.