Walk down the bare walled florescent corridors,
Endless halls with endless doors.
Floor shines of shoe scuffed lineloeum.
A piano mutters in the distance of the coming
Fear.
The Fear comes, (smell it approaching)
As the florescents begins to flicker.
The mad pianist flings fingers wildly
Across the keyboard, hoping to
Ward off the demon through
Sheer intensity of emotion.
The lights go out with a
Shower of sparks and
Broken glass tubes.
Slowly, dreadfully, fingers
Tap the keys to the
Strings.















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