Hinges clicking on doors never opened,
a pathway lined with crooked smiles,
lead to the forgotten admission booth.
"Admit one," it says: "For the price
of your phantom youth digitally secured."
Ceramic wolf fish hover above
dissonant waters whose tempers are
at odds with powerful applications
regained repetitively, any interval lost,
ebb, flow, startle, react.
Where does space reside? she queried her
reflection, shapes submerged in windows thick.
To where do kites return when the string denies?
"An onion-infused caterwaul" was the night's response,
purposeful yet boundless.