You go alone, inside the implacable stone buildings br Made by machines and men's bric-a-brac dreams, br You ascend to the stars, in the quiet elevator br Watch the numbers increase, feel the small box leave. br br It opens with an out-take of breath like your own br And expels you out, into swaying corridors br In the heart of the building, where the walls gently quake, br And the floors soundless quiver, with a purring vibrato; br The whole thing in motion, like a witche’s dry heaves. br br In the bosom of metal and concrete, you're held, br The world kept at bay, as it moves at a crawl; br From high above windows, which you can't ever open- br To keep you inviolate, so you can't ever fall. br br This place has the heart, of metal talons and claws, br To those are tormented, within its clean walls- br But you're the welcome guest, and the pampered visitor- br The still unknown factor, within all these walls.