Long winds are coming through
the building, they blow via taps
left on, they spew hot air.

Circle games, let's just move in
and stack the cardboard tubes
in an intelligent fashion,
let's pull it together for
breaking ice and watering down.

Power up and out of the office
and into the wires of emergency
rock, the tables, the walls, the
bookcases taut and tensionless
and keeping secrets of the room,
imprisoned by gravity and friction.