Elevator to the 25th Floor : 21 lines of Blank Verse about a traveller through Space and Time.
Pneumatic doors wheeze open and I enter the small bare room
to join those chosen few already assembled,
familiar strangers in this confining capsule;
cryogenically-packed passengers on a finite journey.
Muted ritualistic greetings are exchanged,
verse and antiphon,
automatic passwords,
like spies protecting their anonymity.