Circulated

Are there do-overs?
Moments derailed, and details
Lodge internally
Forcing antibodies.

The halls had doors,
And passive flow, I didn’t know
You can’t return again
Till a full rotation.

I thought nothing
Could be more secure, so sure
I would be near enough
To hear the closing door.

Blood on my hands,
I took a moment, it fomented
Internal insurrection,
Kissing vegetation.