Don't get caught thinking

This is still a good place to unload. In corridors

that once echoed the shrieks of the insane

______- where better?

the insanity of human life finds asylum

______- its refuge

among the city’s leisure refugees.

Juxtaposed against the Prado

______- a stone’s throw

the opposing identities of Spain

face each other down, whilst

______- crammed into a corner

______- washed by shafts of window-light

this refugee struggles to locate

the previous fifty-six years

among the echoes of their madness.