through these labyrinthine hallways

who knows who has crossed and why

to pass through these doors,

offer your souls on a plastic plate

and wear the veil over your eyes

enter the dungeon

stay chained half the day–

each of us to part of Samuel’s desk

him possessing our hands to mark his name on that is returned to you,

but will always belong to him and come to back to him

our names reduced to numbers,

stamped in bleeding red ink.

For ten days and ten night,

we were not our own

mere ghosts repeating mechanical scripts

and when was time to say goodbye

it seems I learned that we meet only to part

and never touched real Emotion

with fake smiles and easy laughs

now returned to corporeal form

we take flight into the final night

having met only to part

and walk away against the wind.