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We shift to sleep,

Downward like gears in a car,

Kettle bells an extension of our arms,

Elevator arrow down,

No lullabies just sighs to snores

To sunlight in the morning.

With a resounding ding

At every stop,

Buttons light up,

Arrows point to the top

Of this carnival ride

That’s open every day

In office buildings

Dressed in gray,

Just like its

Inhabiting businessmen

Who daily tote a black

Briefcase burden

That anchors them solidly

To the concrete ground

Until the elevator rises

With a magical sound.