the phosphor  a dark, wet,     
    reality check  concrete         
          system:  building, a damp 
        improving  smell -          
     accuracy and  something is     
    efficiency in  growing here.    
  law enforcement  algae? those     
                   inhabiting the   
                   labyrinth care   
                   not so much      
                   about the        
                   janitorial       
                   side of things.  
 so,  a green tint then, on the walls and 
 floors.  that's  fine,  there's  a  much 
 more  important  color  -  the   crimson 
 fire. hidden  away, deep in bureaucratic 
 and architectural mazes both,  the  only 
 place where  they  dare set  it  ablaze, 
 and  thus  where  they  need  to  go  to 
 utilize            the            flame. 
                                          
 a thought, a face, a  flicker in the red 
 fire.  another  thought,  the   presumed 
 contact, another  shiver in  the  light. 
 then,  the  interrogator imagining their 
 meeting,   talking  perhaps,  exchanging 
 notes. the fire is  still. no resonance.