waiting rooms are flushed with heat
hallways stark white walls
pale colors line the corners
arctic winds run free.
routines take shape for the locals
out of towners wander
lost distraught out of place
until drugs hit veins.
fog induced dreams take flight
forgotten in the haze of war
reality bleeds onto the floor
old technology and human error
keep the balance
they tell everyone to remain clam
then panic but reverse quickly.
it is all too much
audience members sit wait sleep
unsound thoughts
in anticipation for better news
this place waits to be filled.
