A stupid thing, the finality of a Yale lock
and being on the wrong side of the key.
King Kong swats bi-plane gnats
and stairwells fill with whirlpools
of encrypted data
you walk through three continents in one day,
each landmass constrained within five cubic miles.
The jurassic experience of signposts
white legends on a peculiar green
that tries to marry cabbage butterflies
with the shimmer of diesel fumes.
Statues in bowers
erode chisel hammer precision
to flesh and bone.