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A different view
People sprouted on either side
Slightly angular, they seemed to grow
Away from me.
Farther, outside the wire mesh
I saw trees growing away from me.
Overhead, across the whitewashed ceiling
The wiring, the lights and the fans ran past
Like blood vessels and organs splayed, of a roadkill.
Pulled, pushed, turned and twisted
From corridor to corridor, elevator to elevator
I hung on, in a limbo.
The stretcher offers perspectives strange…