Crux - Bosse-de-Nage

At the end of a hallway

There are two closed doors which face each other

Between them, on a small table against the wall

The soft radiance of a lamp hollows out the gloom

Of that windowless region

It is known that the door to the left opens on a closet

Filled with junk

A collection of detritus so high and dense that it might never be Explored

completely

The other door leads to a room wherein dwells

An accretion of loathsome utterances

But the crux of the matter is not to be found in the contents of the Rooms or

the doors, nor in the lamp or the hallway itself

No, the main thing is that I predicted them all

This place and its objects are exactly as they should be