Second Exit

A number without context printed beneath the tongue Your shadow reached the elevator first I stayed behind with the brass rail and its immaculate opinion Six floors passed through the display None of them belonged to the building There was another way out It moved whenever I looked directly at it Take the second exit The first one leads back through the body Keep walking past the final available instruction Take the second exit I will arrive from somewhere less accurate A green indicator blinked above us Not permission More like the machine remembering vegetation You pressed nothing The doors opened anyway Second Not yet Second The corridor narrows around a missing decision Every surface briefly develops weight DO NOT FOLLOW THE ARROW Take the second exit Leave the first one practicing our movements Keep walking until direction becomes incidental Take the second exit I will arrive with a different set of errors The display returns to zero We are still descending