Mark Young


I distrust elevators, am made
uneasy by the way they miss out floors
& I have to go up to 50 & come
back down again to get to 47.
Am totally turned off being told
by an artificial unfeminine voice
that I'm on the ground
when the display shows 4. What am I
missing out on here? I get around it
by using alleyways, entering
through the back door or the basement carpark
& coming up the fire stairs. It keeps me fit
but it keeps me in the dark. Which is
why I am unaware that the moon
is dying above me, presenting
as a dull orange crescent
forced downwards by the outlined
ball of ashes that records its burning.
Is falling, & not about to stop at any floor.

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