the darkest corridor

a long narrow corridor has gone up and down many times there is a tall window at the end of it its amorphous black bars protect desperate people from jumping they call takes a step slow feeble hopeless has entered this room many times maybe ten times light wooden benches in a row sits on the first bench in front of them look down they ask a number of questions there is nothing to investigate leaves the room puts the stamped sheet among several other ones with the same stamp goes to the end of the corridor

doesn’t know the story of the shadows