Room 230

In room 230,
under a humbly set table
two dogs play:
it’s afternoon

Room 229

Quick! Everybody in room 229!

Room 228

Fragments exist, that describe
room 228’s conspicuous content.

Room 227

Room 227 is reflected in a speck of sand.

Room 226

In white-plastered room 226, a roof manhole brings to a passage,
a narrow tunnel, running long inside an unseen flying buttress,
that ends up straight in the middle of the floor of room 678.

Room 225

In room two-two-five bgmole
sits at his desk, his back aching,
terabytes of data flowing,
waiting with diminutive hope
for an ultimate ontophany.

Room 224

The room had no real pavement and a low ceiling,
but she liked how it had four big windows in a row,
plus a fifth in the front wall, and the way light and wind
played together on the white curtains, in the summer.