Final Clue for the Era of Escape Rooms

Someone is always adjusting green dials, pushing
The desk toward the copy machine. Someone is always
Remembering the thermos stacked on two sheets of printer paper,
Rotating the room through force of will as we were taught
Counterclockwise until the block of sunlight collides with
This shouldn’t have happened and the century shivers
And bursts. We have gaps in history. We have a Hollywood
Past. We listen closely but stay undeciphered:
We made this story beautiful and still,
It isn’t better.