A yet-to-be-installed light leans in the corner of a bare stairwell. It’s light glancing of sheer walls and showing us the way
The early morning light creating crooked lines from straight architecture.
Workers-at-sunrise, seen from the inside looking out, through dirty, taped up glass.
Criss-crossed beams unaware of the lurking monster and it’s many arms above.
Three tiers of shapes; struts laid out (arrayed) in a silhouette lattice.
Ready for cross-cutting and climbing (longing for the world outside).
A small rectangle of light manages to find it’s way into the fortress; otherwise devoid of radiance.