Tapeoholics Anonymous

Red bricks revealed, intestines out;
This building forgot the life boiling
Inside it; for whom the beast of iron
Roared, until it was tamed? Even so,
The cry didn't last long;
The beast was put down.
The stage is clear: now is the time
For them to step in.
One last breath out,
As we put the room to the test:
A finger leans for the button,
And magnets will do the magical rest.
Cold company becomes even stranger;
Awakened are the souls of the worms
Dormant in the black scrolls of danger.
Bricks, dust, wires, metal, fears,
The jungle arises and reigns.
We're surrounded.
What am I doing here?
The cracks open up for the monsters
Amidst the quiver these walls endure,
Wild enough for the gone iron fauna
To run for their lives without a roar.
Our statues caught in torpor and dismay
Are slowly thawing on the floor;
Magnetic spores are paving their way
Along the lines of trembling we endure.
And it goes, and goes, and goes on...
No end. No intent, but pierced is the ear.
The noise renders poor souls futile.
What the hell are we doing here?

2026