Life Seems to Be Enclosed in Steel and Nickel

By | 7 December 2004

Around the walls of the lift
is an iron barre we could
use when stretching
our tendons, before leaping
across the lift's vast hall.
Like Proust's flying car
which doesn't need
more engine power,
I don't suppose you'd need
to have won prizes
at long jump —
just a leap of faith.
Instead we go where we're sent.
Commencing our descent.

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