Dark-mirrored hallways

A dim precision march

Here we have tread before

Without fear/Well measured

Pagan desires and objective

Study. Pavlov's dog is still

Breathing, his cigarette falls

To the floor and he dances like

a manic animal. Lost in the

headlights, accidents shall

occur once more. There are

no excuses left for avatars,

no reasons left for men,

only lights in the doorways

flicker and then they slowly