Written at Miller Park, near Gary, Indiana — the site of the author’s hemorrhagic stroke.
The city, a world of constant activity, Finds its cohesion in the cacophony. But this hostel, on a numinous road, Gives the illusion of floating on water. A sharp spire rises, a monolithic golem, A silent giant born of steel and loam. A Leviathan stands guard among the two Tallest rivals, piercing the hazy blue. And who maintains this fragile stage? We can only envisage the unseen flow— A million hearts that beat within the cage, A human pulse that makes the giants grow.