The door on the floor below the third,

where I work never opens, locked tight

against my prying curiosity, driving the

fantasy of outlandish accompanying

stories to strange concocted mental images.

Like giant blinking, pulsing masses of bits

Of circuit boards inextricably intertwined

With mounds of Giger-like living organs

Computing possibilities of improbable

events, such as doors that never open

concealing, giant blinking pulsing masses of bits

Of circuit boards inextricably intertwined

With mounds of Giger-like living organs

Computing possibilities of improbable

events, such as doors that never open

concealing……