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.