I hope it's not a being;
I hope it's a sprawling
administrative building
with many large wrought-iron
revolving door entrances,
polished silver elevators,
gleaming marble kiosks,
and an elaborate network
of cordoned-off lines—
which anyone can enter,
comply with some instructions,
and then leave again, a little
lighter on their feet
and feeling ever so relieved
for having gotten some
bothersome bit of
business done.
