The elevator doors open softly
on the litany of the last journey.
Elisa invokes the cabalistic shape
canibalizing her soul ...
She runs down the stairs
where the shape awaits her .
She runs up the stairs
where the shape awaits here.
The elevator doors close softly
death turns it on the lam
fatal hotel California ...
Elisa takes her bag of exploded polarity,
thoughts decayed into millions of atoms
flowing along the taps, spice of memory ,
Elisa taste in the mystery of space ...
The shape having a beer in the fridge,
settles down on its couch, watching
a special destiny program ...