Among city smoke,
Mingling in dad’s bowels,
Deeper than your destiny.
In the hospital’s entrails,
By the basement specimens
In the doctor’s sure eye, still searching
Where do I look for you?
You left by the window one morning
Down the stairs,
Giant pipes size up, lever like
Veins and arteries to a tired, bustling body
The dust gathers, flying
The book you will never open
Eyes of the city that never close
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