In the central square, people stream
out of the ground in elevators
or they land from the sky

They choose one of the gates
open a door and another door
and look around. Sometimes fleetingly

And they look further
return to visit another room
and see more of everything

collected here
in hundreds of display windows
with references

to the world, the reality
that is and that was
of everything worth

to be preserved
in the storms of time
and the transience of life