Evolutionary mirrors.

When weapons are best left on boards short of

Clues were found in the dimly light hall

that lead to the obsolete tunnel 

Having left a lovers lane where owls hide within hollows

Where the carnival obscures and creates a escapes  

keys that they kept spinning in a lock now digitised

To a ringing phone in a numbered room which cannot be reached 

to speak the forgotten question marked card

Watching a evolution in mirrors That Can’t reveal 

what’s behind you.
As skeletons at the keyholes view a room of tomorrow

as the hanging drum beats the moon out tonight

Direction obelisk silhouettes

Light box shadows to a dos prompt Sleep.