In purgatory we
Found an elevator
An unexpected
Victory helping
Our secret rising

Into the pale lift
Beside two strangers
With whom we bluffed
With up to hotel’s
Frayed gold fifth story

Old carpet halls have
No decorations
No windows looking
Outside or clockworks
On the wallpaper

We were there for five
Moments out of place
And off oily streets
In the purgatory
We wandered into

There for five moments
Aware and lost yet
It seemed as if
We were both in there
From sun rise till set

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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