MINISTRY OF MYSTERY
My Ministry of Mystery
bright lights are always on.
Your chance to get in ceased to be
doors locked, all keys long gone.
Let's peek through frosted glass instead
you think, climb weathered wall.
First floor, last chance, filled with regret
an unexpected fall.
Outside, calm waters drown your cry.
Inside, the works progress
uninterrupted. One more try?
No, sometimes more is less.
